Time doesn’t heal. If we do the work understanding may come. Forgiveness may come. And if you are really fortunate some peace will come. I am working on it. How can you get on with it?, something I have heard so often, because it is part of you. It is what has shaped you. It has become you. It changes you. I know I am not the person I was meant to be. I was a quiet gentle and thoughtful little girl but circumstances dictated that was going to get me dead.
To live with pain we must find a place inside our heads where we go. I call mine “My Secret Garden”. Flowers and trees and babbling brooks. There was one I used to go to not unlike this picture where there was a rock, just made for my butt, where I would sit under the falling water. Moments of peace. Maybe that is what it’s about. Moments!
