I Hope You Choose To Heal
A poem and a pep talk
Your heart was broken. You were disappointed. You believed in someone and something, and that belief burst like a bright blue balloon. And the wounds, they feel open. They feel raw. They feel like someone has continued to pour salt in them and are somehow walking around despite the sting. We all undergo hurt — no matter who you are, what you do, where you live, or what you look like. But you have a choice in that aftermath of pain. You can heal your wounds, or you can spread your pain.
It’s easy to place blame, to walk around this world angry, cranky, shouting, and berating those who come across your path. It’s easy to “other” people, to exclude people, to burrow yourself under your covers and choose not to engage with the world outside your window. It’s easy to tell yourself that the universe is out to get you. That there’s some grand conspiracy keeping you from the place in life where you hope to be.
But I hope you don’t do that, as easy as it may seem.
I hope you choose to take the time to treat your wounds as tenderly as you need to. Read the books that make you forget. See a therapist. Take the medication. Treat your body like the temple that it is. Go for a walk and lose your thoughts amongst the trees. Stand on the shore’s edge and wiggle your toes on the sand. Pick up a blank…
