Saturday, October 3, 2009

The Season of Water

On Thursday, just when I thought I'd gotten through enough of the crying, it was like my chest bottomed out and there was another whole room of tears I still had to cry. They've slowed down since, but haven't stopped, yet. My healing just isn't over, no matter how much I'd like it to be.

But I'm beginning to understand that healing is a choice, not a given. And we can just as easily choose to stay hurt and wounded as we can to choose to forgive, love and be loved again.

I am choosing to love and to be loved again. Time heals everything. I just wish time would hurry up and do its fucking job.

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