It’s All Narrative
The Painting in the Back of the Closet
Reliving old traumas and heartbreaks doesn’t mean you have to live in the closet with them. It means you have the power to accept that they’re in there, and that you don’t have to be. We can’t change our past, we can only change how we choose to remember it, and how we choose to live with its memory.
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We are all misunderstood. It is the way of life. I will never fully understand you, and you will never fully understand me. Our experiences are not one in the same. Our paths are not lined with the same stones. Do not judge the feet in the shoes you have not worn.
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My eyes opened only slightly. They shut, then opened again. A nurse stood with Amanda beside the bed I lay in. Tubes and wires covered my body below the hospital gown and blanket. What time was it? What day was it? Where was I? My eyes closed again. The memory of what I had done overwhelmed my consciousness. I opened my eyes, somehow still alive.
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