On Moving On…

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I don’t remember much of last winter. I was too buried in grief colder than any squall. The sharp bite of bitter wind was a welcome distraction from the sickness of my heart.

I put all the things he gave me in the back of my closet, not brave enough to throw them in the trash but not bold enough to keep them around either. Like all bad memories, I hoped they would just fade away.

I found things enough to keep me busy during the days, but the nights were filled with inescapable loops of all the things I could have done better. Of all the things I might have done wrong.

I don’t remember the first day after January 7th that I didn’t see his face every time I closed my eyes, but it must have come. Yes, it must have. Because the sick sinking feeling in my chest now feels like a faded picture.

I grasped for anything that might save me. Desperately, I entered entropy and let the world devour me with new experiences. And yet only within myself did I finally find healing.

For a late blooming flower, I found that each bruise he gave me wilted my tender petals. But those scars will grow a stronger bud come spring. Every beautiful rose wonts to be plucked. And every summer they bloom again.

Moving on is all about compartmentalizing. The pain never goes away. You just box it up and bury it somewhere in your mind and try to think of better things to come.

Wishing stops working after a while, when you realize that people don’t work like shooting stars. They don’t fall on command, and they have pasts that they can never outrun.

I walked into something karmic, and fuck that’s unfortunate, because you were the start of my journey, and I was only a distraction from yours.

Sometimes I remember the way he rolled his eyes while I drove us home one December night, and in that moment I knew there was no saving this. And it took all my strength of will not to burst into tears as we ate our blue cheese burgers while we tried to think of something, anything to talk about.


Here’s some prose from last winter, about my broken heart and learning to move on after that.

Bad things happen in life, but we shouldn’t view those as negatives. We learn much more from pain than we do from success. And sometimes a broken heart is just what we need in order to transform our lives into everything we’ve ever dreamed of. So thank those who have taught you the tough lessons, and pray that they someday find the healing they need as well. Forgive them, and find peace.

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Take care, and don’t forget to take your medications!

Kat 

 

Sunday Pep Talk | The hope is what kills you

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Hope that it will get better. Hope that they will change. Hope that you might still have the future you’ve been building up in your head. The hope is really what kills you. The thoughts of what might have been. You build up all sorts of expectations, and inevitably end up disappointed.

The hope is what kills you. It eats away at you until you are so miserable that you don’t even want to keep yourself as company anymore. To be human is to have hope, and to have hope is to suffer when those expectations are not met. To remove hope would hurt less, yes, but it would also remove those valuable lessons that we all must learn in life. It would take away the pain of living, but without the pain, how could you ever appreciate the happiness? How would you know light if you never knew darkness?

So don’t wish things were different. Just continue to have hope. Continue to learn your lessons, and continue to grow. Continue on as all other humans do, and use that shattered hope you’ve lived through to inspire others to overcome their own hardships. Continue to have hope, because it’s the most beautiful thing in the world.

 

Hurt People, Stop Hurting People — Mommy 2 the Princess

I know we have all heard the saying that hurt people, hurt people. You hear this from so many people. You see it on social media, people are blogging about it. People are even writing books about it. It is almost as if we are giving people a pass to hurt others just because they […]

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Daphne’ Danielle writes a wonderful article about forgiveness, and the repurcussions of living with the pain of being hurt, and how it hurts others in turn. It is so important that we learn to forgive those who hurt us, so that we do not unintentionally hurt someone else with those wounds we carry with us.

As discussed in my post, Forgive Yourself, you will only hurt yourself and others by holding onto that pain. It is important to forgive others, and also yourself to fully embrace the path of healing.

Daphne’s post is full of wisdom. Go take a read, and give her page a follow!


 

Take care, and don’t forget to take your medications.

Words Of Wisdom | Elizabeth Gilbert | Eat, Pray, Love

“Deep grief sometimes is almost like a specific location, a coordinate on a map of time. When you are standing in that forest of sorrow, you cannot imagine that you could ever find your way to a better place. But if someone can assure you that they themselves have stood in that same place, and now have moved on, sometimes this will bring hope.” – Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love