People and our relationships with them affect us deeply. The closer we are to someone, the easier it is for them to hurt us. The closer we are, the deeper and longer the hurt will linger.
We fool ourselves into thinking a person can no longer affect us; we've moved past the hurt and onto bigger and better things. Then we see, hear, or think something that touches us, in an awful, soul crushing way that we forgot we could feel. Something happens that reopens the wound we thought had healed. We forget that these wounds don't heal over night.
The feeling of ultimate pain comes rushing back and we are suddenly overcome with it. We can't move, we can't even begin to think any sort of rational thought. With a thousand irrational thoughts flooding our mind, we are forced to be paralyzed until we find the strength deep inside us, deeper than the wound, to move from where we lay.
As we pick up the pieces of our dignity and pride off the floor, we start to piece ourselves back together to our regular state. We seal the wound back shut, we start the process all over again. This time seems a little different though.
This time, the wound is not quite as deep as it was the first time. It had time to begin the healing process before it was reopened. We smile, just a little, at the thought that we are that much closer to healing. The wound is still there, still fresh, but it's disappearing; slowly but surely.
Every time we are hurt, the hurt will not always just go away. Pain lingers, deep pain lingers longer. We have to be patient and know that the pain will not always be there on the surface and won't always hurt so deeply. As time moves on, so do we. As we move on, we heal ourselves, faster each day.
The people we are closest to will always have this affect over us. The pain is excruciating, but it's not forever. We eventually heal ourselves and are prepared for the next pain the world will inflict on us.
Chelsea Blake: My views on life and writing whatever my heart desires.