Here's the thing about healing.
People make it out to be this beautiful process, they say it's like you're evolving from a caterpillar to a butterfly.
Truth is, there is nothing beautiful about being broken. It's ugly and it's messy and so is healing.
It's not some kind of "journey" as people like to call it.
In fact it's more like trying to push a full wheelbarrow with a flat tire up a giant, frozen heap of shit. You keep slipping and falling, sometimes faceplanting right into the mud. And when you finally make it you're sweaty, covered in dirt and out of breath. But you made it.
A caterpillar doesn't actively have to do anything to transform into a butterfly. It just happens.
Healing doesn't just happen.
To own your shit you have to get your hands dirty.
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Oblivion
PoetrySome people are like black holes - loving them is oblivion Isn't it scary how much damage one person can do? This is for the one who broke me. This is me trying to put the pieces back together. Healing through poetry. #tsc22 . . A collection of my p...
