Letting go of hurt doesn’t work the way holding onto it does.
Hurt becomes a stubborn part of you.
Hurt becomes your best friend, because it has stuck around when everything else has left.
Hurt has become you.
And you’ve heard all about the letting go. And you’ve been trying to do so for so, so long.
The truth of the matter is, romanticizing your pain has made leaving it behind
a battle you haven’t won. All you can do well is hold on.
There is no metaphysical garden you can go to bury the love you have
for all the people who couldn’t love you back. No matter how desperately you dig. No matter how deep the roots have grown.
There is no flood that will come and wash away all the parts of you that are more spice than sugar, more sharp edges than anything soft. I know you want to drown the hurt. I know you want to cleanse the heart.
No fire will come burning down all the walls you’ve built around yourself, a brick added each time you thought you had healed just to find that with each new beginning, the wounds are open wide. The wounds burn and burn and burn.
As much as you wish it were this easy. As much as you would give for a simple way out,
There is no garden. No flood, no fire. There is only the daily (at times hourly) choice to be actively healing and growing and moving on.
This is where the fight begins-
You have to dig yourself out of this, one small victory at a time.
It’s not easy and it is not quick,
But darling, listen, it is worth it.
It is worth all your grit.
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