This world rubs me raw, scours me smooth like an SOS pad put to a grease-caked skillet. And pain: it stabs and scrapes and pulls me back to earth, my final B
Chila WoychikTags: pain writing death death-and-dying grave rats
The unrelenting grip of Soldier’s Syndrome slips finger by slow finger. The marrow’s been affected—emotional leukemia at the deepest level. Transplants of love and friendship aid healing, yet time is still key, and the clock never ticks fast enough. Eternity gains perspective when seconds feel like years. How long have I been gone? Six eternities and counting.
Chila WoychikTags: pain healing soldier healing-the-past post-traumatic-stress-disorder post-traumatic-stress healing-abuse
I’ve learned to lick
my own foul wounds
and prize the taste of ache.
Tags: pain poetry post-traumatic-stress-disorder post-traumatic-stress
You hardly asked if I was okay the entire time we were together.” (Jessie)
“Okay? You wanted me to ask you if you were okay? Jessie, I saw you! How could I think for one second you were okay? Do you think it’s normal for me to watch a girl being raped from the roof? But I was there, loaded down with enough guns to do some serious damage. And what did I do about it? Nothing. Because I could do nothing, because my sole goal was to get you safely out of there. So I sat and watched it… for hours. I let them do that to you. I heard you. I saw you. And eventually, I had to turn away. I couldn’t watch it. It was that bad. I know why you’re not okay. I don’t have to ask why.” (Will)
Tags: pain violence trauma sorrow-leanne-davis
God, O God, where art thou? Thou art as distant to me as the lady combing rice in the Yunnan Province of China or a piece of floating space debris circling Pegasi. In this feeling-dead world of post traumatic stress, skepticism is king, queen, and court jester.
Chila WoychikTags: pain skepticism post-traumatic-stress-disorder post-traumatic-stress
Hurting the person who hurt you won't heal your pain. Let them go. Karma will deal with them you don't have to write the script for the universe.
Paula Heller GarlandWhat I would give right now, to feel nothing.
Makiia LucierThat's what it felt like - that if I let a little of the hurt out, it would keep pouring out until I was a deflated balloon of a person, with a big monster of hurt in front of me.
David LevithanTags: pain love hurt heartbreak heartache
Zaznał pełnych litości spojrzeń, zająknień, współczującego kiwania głową, doświadczył niby to solidarnych męskich uścisków i niby to kamrackich walnięć w bark. Nasłuchał się apeli, by się trzymał i był twardym. Powodujących, że od razu miękł i przestawał się trzymać, choć jeszcze przed momentem było, zdawałoby się, już całkiem dobrze.
Andrzej SapkowskiTags: pain compassion loss death polish reynevan
When we share in each other's grief and pain, we lighten it. Or maybe we just give each other permission to feel it fully and, through that act of acceptance, the grief becomes more bearable. Because, like the rain, tears too have an end. And with deep emotions, we are open to each other in unexpected ways.
Karpov KinradeTags: inspirational pain love romance grief contemporary-romance romance-novel
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