A Moment Doesn’t Have to End
Pain. I know it like the back of my hand. For the past 4 years it has stared me in the face every single day. It’s what woke me up in the morning. It’s the last thing that saw me before closing my eyes at night. It’s what had me by the throat and wouldn’t let me breathe. It defined me, and resonated throughout my soul. I was broken for a long time. Hell...still am really. Time doesn’t heal all wounds. Some are life long. All time does is build a scar, and I have a lot of those. The difference now is that pain doesn’t control every aspect of my life, and that alone has opened my heart. Don’t get me wrong, life sucks sometimes. It’s hard as fuck and the struggles are still heavy! Knowing I’ve survived my darkest days, and that I have the choice to let it consume me all over again, or move the hell on is empowering in itself. It’s one of the only things I can control because trying to understand the whys of life itself is much bigger than I will ever be! I have the control to