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Healing process





Everything we decide to do is a choice! Sometimes it is easier to hold onto hurt than to let it go because it has somehow become part of your identity.

You choose to stay sad. Go out everyday, week after week.  You can barely be around people. You cannot survive being alone either because the cycle becomes addictive.
Self loathe, self drowning and self pity became a great comfort zone.

Zero productivity and inspiration cuddles you until you're so comfortable in being "in your own world" A really dangerous place to be.

Perhaps there are things we all can't heal from completely.
Maybe some scars are meant to be permanently tattooed in our souls.

The more I seek out people to talk to, the more I realize how damaged everyone is.
People are walking zombies trying to numb out pain and trauma.

Human suffering has no basis for comparison. We all struggle differently. Yes some people have it way worse but it doesn't mean your pain should be discredited.

The most amazing thing about pain though is that it fades away slowly with time. It sure leaves a huge scar and a vast emptiness in you but one day; one week; one month; one year, you'll wake up feeling better.

Pain becomes a memory and a lesson we can learn from.
Mistakes carefully analyzed in a bid not to repeat them lest you land back into the same spiderweb of pain.

Perhaps suffering is a part of life and humans were built of still so they can heal over and over again only to be hurt and then the process continues!
Does it ever stop!

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