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Healing

 



Healing begins with 

Recognizing the necessity to heal 

From pain and its haunting memories.

Its first seeds are implanted from a choice 

“I choose to let go”

“I choose to heal from the fact that I was hurt”


But most wounded individuals walk around

With band-aids over festering wounds

Often times sporting plastic smiles and loud laughs 

Unlike the quiet melancholy usually associated with a troubled mind

As they try to project a false sense of wellness

When all is truly not well. 


They’re hurting real bad 

Under the surface

Sometimes more than they know.

The only evidence seen is the ripple effects of their trauma manifesting as

Newly found or amplified self insufficiency 

Self sabotage 

An inability to commit 

Or a commit and fail 

Pessimism

An abnormal need to be alone

An intense need NEVER to be alone

And volatile, fiery, UNCONTROLLABLE emotions.


They need courage to confront their hurt 

But courage supposedly found within 

Is far from the home of their hearts

Naturally a dance of trauma, pain and healing ensues:

To heal or not to heal 

To seek courage but not pursue it 

To revel in sorrow or to grasp at a glimpse of happiness

To take action or to let time play its course. 

Then it begins again and again 

Until reason prevails from courage been closer

Or a very supportive community lending you strength 

Till when you can stand strong. 


Healing 

It’s not far from reality

It’s so within reach that 

It’s either you’ve just healed from something 

Or you’re in the process itself.


What has you broken?

What do you need healing from? 

Remember 

Good people can be broken people

And broken people break people.


Ifedolapo


Comments

  1. And I agree that finding the courage to heal can be hard but it's something we all must do to be whole again.

    Very nice read as always

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  2. Healing can take time depending on how deep the wound is
    I hope we all heal from pain 💕

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  3. Most of the time broken people don't know they are broken. Once we understand our infirmities or injuries, healing has begun.
    Thank you for this piece, Ifedolapo. It's always a delight to read your posts.
    May we all find the healing we need.

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