I heard a song today say, time heals all wounds, but nobody tells you how much time. It struck a chord because I’m currently waiting to wake up one day and it not hurt anymore. It’s hard to heal when so many things hit you at once and you’re trying to pick one the thing to tackle first. Which thing to release from your heart first. Letting go is hard, especially when you have such a deep emotional connection to the things that disappointed you. The one person who would normally help you through it is the one that caused some of it.

Lately, healing has been coming in waves just like everything else in life. One day, I’m sad, one day I’m mad, but most days I don’t know how I’m feeling. I wonder some days I know that I’m holding on only because I’m strong and my strength is something I’ve built through the years of pain. I’ve rebuilt my life before and I’ll do it again. Brick by brick, stronger, better and wiser. There’s one thing I’m sure of, I’m a good person and I deserve good things and good people to around me. Not a life without waves but a life that I surf, swim or watch with ease.