the process of healingMonday, September 01, 2014
All of a sudden, the hurt feels real again. A familiar melody that once has been my favourite song was enough to remind me of all the moments that made me burst into tears. One little fragment after another appears again and occupies my memory. The images turn up faster and faster until they blur into a sequence that feels so alarmingly real. My body shivers from all the disappointment that filled my lungs a long time ago. After the last teardrop left a mark on the white fabric of my blouse, all my tears have dried. It's over. It's okay. This is the process of healing. The sun has found a way to break through the cloudy sky and slowly begins to cover my room with warm and soothing light. My chest peacefully rises and falls as I soak in every ray of light.