“Heal. Healing. Healed.
I’ve been thinking about this word and all of its variations a lot lately. It’s one of the most popular terms said to grievers from the moment our grief journey begins. Not just by well-wishers, but by professionals, too.
In my opinion, it’s also the most insulting. We aren’t recovering from a fall. We aren’t tending a wound that will go away over time.
We are not walking around with bandages and physical bruises that fade and eventually disappear. Our grief will not become a memory.
Grow. Growing. Grown.
From the moment I learned of the boys’ deaths, I have grown. I haven’t always wanted to; mostly begged from the depths of my darkest parts to sit still as the world spun around me or even shrink backward in time as if that were a possible thing.
I willed it to be so. Instead, every day I feel a shift into something a little bit different. A larger capacity to fill myself up with morsels of beauty and spoonful of emptiness.
But, still, I grew.
I grew around my always existing, never fading grief. I grew in my person and my beliefs, in my hard-won love, and in my ever-present pain.
I grew in my understanding of what was and in my disbelief of what will never be. I grew with each silent tear, shaky step, and rocky climb.
Growth is a constant in grief. Contrary to popular belief, the opposite of healing happens. As we grow, our grief grows with us. Don’t belittle us with something as effortless as, ‘Time will heal and so will you.’
I am not healed. I will never ‘heal.’ I will show my shattered, still-beating heart to the world, and with absolute-and-forever honor, I will grow.
Wholeheartedly ensuring that while I evolve in this never-ending journey, so will my boys.
So, heal? No, thank you.
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