Healing

She said:

Believe me, I wish I could heal.

If only you knew how exhausting it is to be locked in your own unhappiness. To get used to sorrow. To forget yourself. To no longer see beyond the trouble of the tears.

To no longer be able to get out of it.

To feel trapped in the cycle of uncontrollable, unleashed and overwhelming emotions, filled with torrents and collapsing skies.

And even when we strive to feel better, that sorrow begins to fade, we feel ourselves fading along with it. As if our identity was hidden beneath the tears.

As if we were here for too long.

Could this be healing? Being able to answer the question:

 

Who am I beyond my sorrow?

 

 

Done