![]() ![]() ― Anne Lamott, Operating Instructions: A Journal of My Son’s First Year Everyone wanted me to get help and rejoin life, pick up the pieces and move on, and I tried to, I wanted to, but I just had to lie in the mud with my arms wrapped around myself, eyes closed, grieving until I didn’t have to anymore.” ![]() “And I felt like my heart had been so thoroughly and irreparably broken that there could be no real joy again, that at best there might eventually be a little contentment. But then healing feels like the wind against your face when you are spreading your wings and flying through the air! We may not have wings growing out of our backs, but healing is the closest thing that will give us that wind against our faces.” Pain feels like a fast stab wound to the heart. But then I have also learned that because of pain, I can feel the beauty, tenderness, and freedom of healing. Pain is a sudden hurt that can’t be escaped. “Pain is a pesky part of being human, I’ve learned it feels like a stab wound to the heart, something I wish we could all do without, in our lives here. ![]()
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