“It is neither good nor bad. It’s just what is. Quite
simply, no matter how much I hate it, he died, and I did not. I can’t place a
qualifier on the way time has changed me.
Time will always have its way.
If you’re in that place where you feel instantly nauseous
even thinking about a life without this pain that is evidence of love, please
don’t worry. If you’re somewhere past those days, but life has not yet begun to
move forward with you, please don’t worry. Life will unfold, and with it, your
heart will find its own rhythm. It can’t be forced, and it also can’t be
stopped.”
~Megan Devine
And the question I ask every day is “How much time?” It does not appear to be the linear healing that I
know and understand. One day I am functioning (somewhat
normally) and the next I am a physical and emotional lump of human flesh. Yes, I know I have some of my own physical
issues, but I always handled them emotionally so much better than I do now. The thought of allowing my own broken heart
to find its own rhythm seems so impossible at times. I am learning how to trust me.
"Stay (Wasting Time)" Dave Matthews Band
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