My wounds are healing, slowly.
Yet sometimes, I surprise myself—like yesterday when I was asked a question, and a flood of emotions washed over me. Stress, once so overwhelming that it consumed me within seconds of waking, returned unexpectedly. It left me with a headache and a period of time where my usual enthusiastic, chatty self—at least that’s how I see myself—was replaced with words that reflected my pain, vivid and raw. I’m healing, but it takes time. I’m human—complex, multifaceted, and vulnerable.
Maybe I’m not alone in this. Perhaps others can not only listen with empathy but also relate. Being honest about our emotions might help us all. Maybe, in truth, we’re all carrying wounds and seeking healing.
So, be gentle with yourself. Be kind to your body and mind. Listen closely—breathe deeply, pray often, meditate on the psalms, and take time to walk in nature. Healing isn’t a race; it’s a journey, and it’s okay to move at your own pace knowing that the healer of all hurts is your friend and guide.
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