We all heal in different ways, at different rates. No one heals the same. Our individual moments of each day affect us differently. We never know what each day is going to bring. Something that might tear me down for a week, may only tear you down for an hour. The way I get over a broken heart could be terrifying to you. The way you say goodbye to a toxic friendship might scare me into hiding. Letting things go and patching them up will take some time, but you will get there. You will reach the finish line. No matter how you finish the race, you’ll do it the best way you know how.
Send that text with all the words you were too scared to once say. You made that phone call and let someone know how they hurt you. A letter was written but never sent. Together we let go in our own ways. We let go of our fears and jump into healing. Took a step in the direction we needed to go but weren’t quite sure how to reach that final destination.
Don’t be afraid to ask for help. Say to yourself, God, and others, “Please help guide me to the place I need to be.” Don’t be naive, others can’t do your dirty work for you but they can lend a helping hand. They can’t read your mind though, sometimes you have to do the scary task of asking.
Our wounds make up bits of who we are, but they don’t define us. Yes, they may teach us a lesson or two. Or, be a reminder of what once was, what once hurt us. Remember that hurt may have been love or trust or friendship at one time. I’ve had friends I thought would be around forever. Now, they are barely a blip on my radar. I’ve had people who I thought would give me the world but ended up barely showing me their surface. As much as we hate to admit it, people can hurt us. They can heal us too.
Here’s the thing about healing, once you have patched up your wounds, you wonder why you hurt in the first place. You think to yourself, “I’m okay.” At one point, you probably thought you would never make it though. Let me be the one to tell you, you will. You will make it though.
Be gentle on yourself. Know that when you look back on those times, you will vividly remember those who lifted you up. Those who gashed you, they will be mists of memories. A small gust of wind in your storm of life. You will ask yourself, “What’s next life? Give it to me.” Moving forward will be much simpler then imagined. The outcome on the other side is a stronger human. One who is not afraid to get hurt. This person will know healing is what makes us who we are. Healing means you were once hurt. Being hurt means you were once vulnerable. Being vulnerable means you gave life the fighting chance it deserves. The chance to show you the many wonders you are yet to experience.
That’s the silver lining to healing, it makes you a stronger vulnerable person. That may sound like an oxymoron. Trust me, thats the type of moron you want to be.