Time Doesn’t Heal

Time Doesn’t Heal

Time can’t erase a broken marriage or the mistakes that have rooted themselves into your life. It hovers like an uninvited guest, reminding you of everything you wish you could forget. Every morning, you look in the mirror and see more than just your reflection: you witness the scars of betrayal, both seen and unseen, the evidence of a love turned toxic. Long over and dead And still lingering in the head

You remember the early days, the moments filled with laughter and hope when you believed in forever. But how quickly that promise unraveled! As the years passed, the whispers of affection faded, replaced by harsh words that still echo in your mind. “You’ll never be enough,” he’d say, shattering your self-worth and leaving behind haunting remnants that you cling to even now.

Time can’t erase the bruises he left behind. The physical ones faded, turning into memories; yet they serve as reminders of the anger that turned love into fury. You recall moments when he stood on your feet in a fit of temper, using your pain to make a point, and the sting of glass beneath your bare skin when you should have sensed the danger looming nearby. These memories replay in your mind—vivid snapshots of fear and submission that refuse to be forgotten. You should have worn your shoes he said. Laughing.

And there were the injuries—like the fractured thumb you suffered for simply asking why he hadn’t come home the night before. That hurt was a painful reminder that love twisted into something almost unrecognizable. Each ache serves as a testament to the love that soured over time.

Time can’t erase the memories of the women he slept with behind your back. A friend would approach you with hesitance, confessing what they had seen. He was arm in arm with her they would say, “I just wanted you to know,” they’d say, eyes darting away from yours as if ashamed to shatter your illusions. Each revelation ripped through your heart, adding to the heavy burden you carried—the weight of his infidelity that turned your trust into ash. It was heart breaking actions shouting louder than his words .

Time can’t erase the terrifying memories of scrubbing the blood off your face in the quiet solitude of your bathroom. You can still feel the sting of the harsh water, the panic coursing through your veins as you desperately tried to erase what was happening both outside and within. Cleaning was a futile act—an exercise in hope that the remnants of pain could simply wash away. But they never did.

Time is the keeper of everything. It stands by as you grapple with the hurt, demonstrating that while it can't erase the wounds, it can, over time, soften the edges. Slowly, you inch toward acceptance, even when it feels impossibly out of reach at times. Days blend into a rhythm, and joy tries to re-emerge as you discover that laughter doesn’t feel foreign anymore, just heavily guarded.

Yet time also exposes the hard truth: the pain of living with memories plays like a haunting song in your head that you wish you could forget. The aftermath chains you to obesity, recalling years of emotional turmoil where comfort came in the form of food as you sat alone, mired in thoughts of the past. You relive those moments, repeating patterns, feeling stuck in a never-ending loop like an old LP record—scratched and skipping, replaying painful memories over and over.

As months slip by and seasons change, you begin to carve out moments for yourself. It’s not easy; the past lingers like a perfume—both intoxicating and repulsive. But you start reclaiming parts of yourself that you thought you’d lost forever. Strength surfaces, unexpectedly, in quiet moments where you no longer let the shadows dictate your happiness.

You learn that healing is not easy at all. it’s a winding path filled with setbacks and triumphs. You embrace the solitude that once felt suffocating, realizing it’s a sanctuary rather than a prison. With every heartbeat, you reclaim your story, reinventing your life one moment at a time.

The truth is, while time cannot erase the pain or the memories, it can offer perspective, a glimpse of the resilience you didn’t know resided within you. You learn to let go of the chains that once bound you, understanding that healing isn't about forgetting; it’s about growing.

You stand at a crossroads now, convincing yourself that you are more than your past. Time has taught you to embrace the future with open arms, to redefine love on your own terms, and to believe that despite everything you endured, you are still worthy of joy. No longer just a victim of circumstances, you emerge as a survivor, illuminated by the strength you harnessed in the aftermath of a shattered past. You try again. It’s destined to fail. Your damaged inside and out. You play that video in your mind over and over. It has no erase button. Time can not erase believe me I know.