If there’s just one thing I’ve learned in my 55-year trip so far through the ups and downs, is that time heals. It really does. Unfortunately, it refuses to be rushed.
I think that’s true to an extent, but also that, I may never fully rid myself of those “feelings” I don’t even really want to discuss. EVER. EVER AGAIN.
I thought I was actually doing better, but I was just really tired today and took a nap, for some reason when I woke up I felt really sad and just didn’t want to deal with those lingering thoughts. I attribute it to being reminded of something about the situation. If I don’t really talk about it or say that name, I’m “okay” in the sense that I don’t really feel anything.
Time. Be on my side please.