Healing is so hard.

Because you think you’re doing better and then suddenly something sends you right back to that place.

It’s a memory, a dream, a song, a smell.

It’s a night out with friends.

It’s someone at the bar calling you “pretty.”

It’s waiting for a text back– a reminder of what it’s like to feel so vulnerable, so fragile.

It’s watching a movie by yourself that you didn’t used to watch by yourself.

It’s cooking a meal.

It’s going to a coffee shop, decorating your apartment, waking up on a Saturday.

It’s any semblance of change, good or bad, and it sends you right back, unexpectedly and forcefully.

And I just want to know…

Does it ever end?