He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.
What a title, am I right? I suppose I should give two warnings before moving on.
The hardest part about working through trauma isn’t being honest, it’s not judging your honest answers.
Contrary to popular belief, depression isn’t just listening to sad music and crying into a tub of ice cream; it’s also characterized by long stretches of gnawing emptiness that result in profound apathy. Who knew.
My appointment was at 1:45. I waited until 1:15 to look up where the office was. According to Google, I should have left five minutes ago if I wanted to make it on time. So, I was off to a good start.
It took 100% of my energy to have a good day. No wonder everything shy of a good day feels like getting hit by a bus.
It’s uncomfortable to ask, but when we do, after we do, even if it’s not until further down the road, we are met with peace. That we’re not the only one carrying the load, if nothing else.
It’s real and it’s raw, and I feel like we all experience those moments, whether they look the same as mine or not. The part where your struggle or your pain becomes visible to others, and you feel embarrassed.
I opened my mouth to say, “Oh, I’m great, busy week at work, you know, the usual. How are you?” Only instead of saying any of that I promptly burst into tears.
Suddenly you are very aware of your hands and you’re not sure where to put them. Why can’t you remember how to be a normal human with hands?