Time Heals All Wounds- Or Not

Whoever said "Time heals all wounds" obviously never actually got wounded.

For the sake of my analogy, let's pretend this "wound" is a stab wound, k? So, someone stabbed you in

the leg. Maybe it was you, maybe it was someone else. It doesn't really matter. When will that wound

scab over? Maybe a few days? Maybe less? When will it be totally gone? Maybe a month or so?

Okay, here's the next part:

A few days after maybe your mother's funeral, or parents' divorce, has the pain scabbed over?

Maybe so. Probably not. It's probably going to take a while for that to happen, for the pain to not be

fresh every single time you think about it.

When you press a finger to the stab wound on your leg, that's long since healed, will it still hurt? No.

Even if there's a scar there, it will not hurt.

So, in a year or two, when someone mentions the person who died, or that divorce, or that person who

left, will it hurt?

Heck yeah, it will.

It's not going to be like the scar on your leg that doesn't hurt at all. It's going to be an ache deep down in

your chest, one that screams and writhes and wants to be free of your body.

It's something you'll carry around with you forever.

It's a stab wound that will never get past the scabbing stage. It will always be a scab.

You'll know it's there, and therefore do your best to ignore it. You won't mention or think about the hurt

or death in your life. You'll tread lightly, walking gently, and trying not to run into any sharp corners.

But sometimes we can't help it. Sometimes others bring things up, that resurface our pain, and the scab

is ripped back open and blood and hurt and agony begins to pour back out.

Sometimes we accidentally hit the table when we're walking by and the wound hurts so bad we are left

gasping on the floor.

Time does not heal all wounds.

Time only scabs wounds, leaving them dangerously open, dangerously waiting.

The good thing?

They change us. They become a part of our story. “Let me tell you where I got this scab…” They begin to shape us and mold us, until we’re a stronger person than we were to begin with.

When we come out of it, we have a much higher tolerance for pain than when we went in.

The other good thing?

We know how to treat other's stab wounds now. We know what helps with the pain, what will make it

scab faster. We know how to be empathetic, and how to be there for them.

 We know how to be a doctor.