Knowing & Loving Your Scars

Knowing & Loving Your Scars

I’m not looking to bring bad news to people. I’m really not. Maybe it’s just the pessimist in me (I prefer the term realist. My friends disagree) but I don’t believe all “wounds” heal. It sucks to say but I believe in honesty, so, there’s my truth.

I do think that time can make wounds easier to live with, though it’s not likely to completely erase the infliction. Once I heard someone describe pain or hurt like a heavy stone in your pocket. At first, it weighs a ton and drags you down. Then, as time goes on, the stone shrinks. Eventually, it gets to the point you often forget it’s there and you go on living your life, occasionally remembering the stone that is now a pebble.

I’m pretty sure I read that in a book but, for the life of me, I cannot remember what book. If anyone knows, please post the title in the comments section.

Anyway, I’m quite comfortable with the idea that all wounds don’t heal and that they simply shrink over time. This concept appeals to me because I feel like it’s realistic. We’ve all have had “wounds” in our lives. Sometimes they’re physical like falling off your bike as a kid and scrapping your leg up. Other times, they’re emotional/mental like losing someone close to you and how we deal with these wounds differs, as well.

Not to be a Debbie Downer again but I think some people are overcome by their hurt, their wounds, their pain. This isn’t me passing judgment. I’m only giving a thought.

I think there are several factors that separate those who are overcome from those who turn the stone into a pebble. One of the biggest factors is an outlet. You have to be able to let out all your feelings somewhere. Of course, that’s not always easy and everyone’s situation is different.

For me, that outlet was and is writing. I’ve added other things in, too but writing has been a constant. There is something so empowering about taking pen to paper. Seeing the dark ink streaked across the blank pages, feeling the pen as it presses into the notebook and you begin to release all the things inside of you.

I love that feeling. I’ll never not love that feeling. Plus, it’s way better than going around just breaking stuff or punching people. 🙂

To wrap things up, I think what I’m trying to get at is that wounds–physical or otherwise–don’t just vanish one day. For some people, they fester. For others, they shrink, they fade into scars, they become pebbles.

And you can start your healing process right now. Pick up a pen, grab a piece of paper, write and leave everything on the page.

 

Question: What are some outlets you use to deal with crap? Do you think all wounds heal and that I’m just a Negative Nancy?

 

 

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