Healing is not a competition in any way, shape or form. You do not need to be in any hurry because someone else who survived the same trauma as you has healed faster than you. Your trauma journey is individual to you.
You cannot rush the reconstruction of a heart.
I can tell you one thing—healing feels like hell. But feeling like you’re in the middle of a hurricane is better than dragging yourself through the overcast every day for years on end.
One day you’ll wake up you’ve conquered it all. You may be too emotional to feel that way but know that there will always be a time for healing. A time to accept the fact that it was never really yours to take.
Time heals all wounds. Just give it time. Be patient. You’ve heard it all before. You’re grieving a loss in your life and everyone’s advice is to just give it time. Wait for the days to pass.
Some days, the hurt is screaming in my throat.
You are the direct result of approximately 4 billion years of unbroken lineage all the way from single celled organisms. Remember this when you feel invalid. It took 4 billion years to make you for this very moment. Your existence has meaning.
As much as we enjoy being the person who wants the best for everyone in our lives, being a healer can be exhausting.
The opposite of addiction isn’t sobriety, it’s connection. The same is true for anxiety. Anxiety is being disconnected from the present moment, other people, or yourself.
The narrative of the broken person starts to be replaced, one word at a time. Your pain isn’t the first thing you share. Your tragedy is not the most exceptional thing about you anymore. Shared misery is not the means over which you bond.