Some wounds don’t heal


Scars & Forgiveness

A friend of mine is in the hospital, being treated for severe blistering from her cancer treatment, and although we were friend from high school, we remain in contact through Facebook now. Another woman on Facebook was left with a permanent scar after she was savagely attacked recently, however, she fought off her attacker, and she will live. Another woman died by her own hand after being raped, and was no longer able to fight the demons in her head that tormented her daily. These women have one thing in common: scars. 

Scars are both visible and invisible; real and metaphorical. I have one scar on my heart, from a heart attack I suffered as a teen, brought on by a severe asthma attack. I have many more on my psychological “heart,” as do we all. Some wounds heal, like a scraped knee. They are justas easily forgotten as the skin is able to be made new in a week’s time. Other wounds leave scars, echoing the severity of the initial pain, and duration of time needed to heal. Still other wounds cannot be healed, and result in permanent, irreparable damage, which can leave a person disfigured,  mentally and spiritually  broken​, or life altering, like a fatal car crash, or an act of betrayal.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that we all have scars, and we are all healing in one way or another, so I urge you to be gentle with one another, and be patient with yourself. Nourishment​ and rest are the best medicine for all wounds, physical and emotional. Forgiveness doesn’t always come easy, and sometimes it doesn’t come at all, so if you’ve been injured or wronged, take your time to heal, and everyone else will have to understand, or can choose to leave the situation, as there are two choices always; be a part of the solution, or be a part of the problem.

Going through difficult times and situations can seem unbearable, but if you can make it through, you will be so much more amazing when you do.  Personally, I’m going through a whole helluvah lot at the moment, and I have no idea how on Earth I’m going to make it, or what my world is going to look like when I do. All I do know is that I will be better for it when I’m on the other side of this, and it’s all behind me, just like with any wound.

Please be kind to one another. Walk and speak in love always. And no matter what, do not quit chasing that big happy.

Peace y’all.

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