Heal for the Nth Time
Today, I am writing again. My friend said I have a way of presenting myself as okay but my blog reads otherwise. So yeah, I found myself writing again after a few months of trying to heal myself. Counting my wounds from the past years, I did the Math and came up with different batches. There were those which have already healed but for reasons I know, kept coming back in different forms. There are those which are still there, waiting for time to finally heal them. There are those which continue to hurt so bad that even just a tinge of word makes them bleed some more. And sadly, I got new ones to take care of. For now, I continue to ask for healing. And as I have learned, time can only do so much and thus, needs help of the heart and the brain. So for the nth time, let me help me. Let me heal me. Heal me. Heal. Me.