Your healing is not yours..

They say healing is a process.

But I don't believe that the process belongs to me.

What if there is a world where your healing is not yours but the responsibility of people who broke you.

This one is for me. This post is for me.

I am not broken. I just have some parts of me hurt and a heart of mine is having trouble trusting someone.

I mean it shouldn't be this way.

I know the things I deal with are nothing compared to what people have to deal with on a daily basis.

What if all the broken parts of you should be mended by the people who are responsible for the damage. You are an amazing innocent soul who gave everything to a person, thing, or situation. You shouldn't be bothered with the baggage of pain.

I am tired of people losing their right ones just because they aren't ready. It's not the job of a new person in your life to make you feel alive. It has to be the person that did you wrong. They should take away all the pain that you've been through, they are accountable for all the sleepless nights, the dark circles, the gray hair, and the stinging pain that traverses your whole body now and then. They need to pay for every drop of tear, every ounce of love wasted, and every damn second of your time.

You are afraid to start something new

a friendship,

relationship,

trust,

love,

Life?

I want the people who gave the pain to take away everything with them because they need to fix what's broken because of them. They are responsible.

Yell at them," If you are leaving, then take everything. All the love, memories, and pain. I can't be afraid anymore. I can't let my past dictate my future. I can't let people who didn't cause the pain help me fix it. I don't want to burden the pure souls to handle the worst of me when I used to have the best of me wasted on you. You are going to get me, myself back. I would rather live with the regret of no memories of us than the pain that withholds me from making new."

The world doesn't run my way. But if it did.

It would be great. We wouldn't need to go to war with sunshine and butterflies instead, we would be binge-watching with burgers and fries.

ooh!ooh!

I almost forgot!

Drink more water macha!

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