"time heals all wounds"
They say "time heals all wounds," but as I sit here, I can't help but feel that it's not time that's healing me. It's the people who see the raw sadness in my soul and offer their unwavering support that are helping me find hope in the midst of my pain.
No one’s ever imagined finding themselves in a place of darkness and sorrow. The weight of my emotions feels unbearable at times, like a heavy burden that I can't shake off. The days seem to stretch on endlessly, and the nights are filled with restless sleep and tear-stained pillows. I question if I'll ever be able to get through all that has shattered parts of my world.
But in the midst of this darkness, there are people who have been my guiding light. They show up with gestures of kindness that touch my heart in ways I can't fully express. They bring me a jar of kimchi, a warm cup of coffee on nights just before I clock in for work, they send me random packages of things I like— things I never had to tell them about— they just knew because they paid attention, small reminders that there is still sweetness in the world. They offer a box of tissues and a comforting shoulder to lean on when the pain becomes too much to bear alone. They listen with patience and empathy, holding space for my grief without judgment or advice.
It's these people who have become my lifeline, my source of comfort and hope. They offer their time, their care, and their unconditional love, reminding me that I'm not alone in this journey. They hold my hand as I navigate through the stormy seas of my emotions, helping me find my way even when the path seems unclear.
Their empathy and understanding make all the difference. They see the sadness that I try to hide behind a brave face, and they don't shy away from it. They offer comfort without trying to fix me or tell me to move on. They simply hold space for me to be vulnerable and to feel the pain that comes with loss. And in their presence, I find solace and healing.
But it's not just about the support I receive from others. It's also about my willingness to be open and vulnerable, even when it's hard. It's about acknowledging that it's okay to not be okay, and it's okay to lean on others when I need to. It's about allowing myself to feel the depths of my emotions, even when they overwhelm me. About finally being honest.
I've learned that healing is not a linear process. It's messy, and it's different for everyone. Some days, I take steps forward, while other days, I feel like I'm stumbling in the dark. But it's the people who show up for me, who offer their love and support, that give me the courage to keep going.
In the midst of my sadness, I've also learned the importance of reaching out for help. It's not a sign of weakness, but rather an act of strength. It's okay to ask for support when I need it, and though still working on it, it's okay to accept it when it's offered to me. It's through the connections and empathy of others that I find the strength to keep moving forward, even when it feels like I'm walking through a never-ending storm.
So, as I continue on this journey of healing, I'm grateful for the people who have shown up for me with their kindness, understanding, and unwavering support. They have helped me see that there is hope even in the midst of my sadness. They have reminded me that I don't have to go through this alone and that it's okay to feel the pain and grieve in my own time.
ika nga ng BTS:
“Even if it is the path I chose,
and everything is a fate that I created
Even if it is a sin that I committed,
and this whole life is only about paying for my sin
Even if it hurts like this,
you and I, if we’re together,
we can smile
From your hand that I’m holding, I can feel your warmth
Ayy you never walk alone”
[trans: /doolsetbangtan]
In conclusion, "time heals all wounds" may not be entirely accurate. It's the people who hold space for our emotions