Healing is a mess.
It's saying of things left unsaid and hoping it won't wake up 10 years later to hunt us down.

I think maybe it's constant cries that cover the shallow rooms in our hearts that are left empty or the constant reminder that saying you are a better person doesn't change the past.

It's a constant reminder that you were done wrong and you did others wrong and all the backstabbing truth of hate people had for you.

Healing is not seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. It's trying to be the light amid the disaster you are in, hoping it's good enough to get you to the finish.

It's sleepless nights and panic attacks, a constant reminder that you can change and be...