Take your time

Okay, so this is a do as I say not as I did post. My therapist has threatened to issue me speeding tickets for the grief work we do together. Five months after the accident that claimed Mom and Pop’s lives, I went to see a therapist for the first time. I had a two-month break from my church work, and I wanted her to “fix me” in that two-month period. I wanted her to put everything back to normal again in two months.  She is so good that she managed not to laugh out loud at my request. We have since laughed about it together. Broken hearts, even more than broken bones, take time to heal. You are the only one who will know when you are ready to move into new places in your life. The ones who love you want your recovery to be speedy, because they hate to see you in pain. They may try to push you into a happy space again, but this journey is not theirs to take. It is certainly not up to them to drive or set the pace. Take your time. You alone will know when you are ready. Trust yourself. Blessings on your journey.

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