Writing from my heart...

When I think I'm fine and life is moving, something or someone provokes my memory slowing me down, crippling me, while a thousand memories flash in a single minute stinging me like hot flashes...and here I am thinking time heals all wounds.

How silly, what time does is, it allows you to live through the pain, to feel everything at one point or the other, and then you start to ignore the pain, living through the numbness, it's all white noise at this point, until the fire of a memory ignites and sparks your thoughts, then the shooting pain comes again.

But what time does is reduce the shooting pains, the memories, the feelings, and the sounds. It allows you to control your breath...the same breath that almost killed you with the memories. What time does is, it helps you to pull from your storage of strength by creating a safe haven for yourself.

when you miss someone so much in the beginning you feel as if you are sinking in asphalt but your steps will become lighter, when you allow yourself to live through the feeling, by creating a cage for yourself...then you will believe that time heals all wounds.