a tiny truth.

my mom asked me what i learned in therapy today. ((side note: it's been interesting what this whole living at my grandparents thing has done to my parents. it's like they actually care about me or something. :P)) it's hard to put it into words. but we talked about pain. and hurt.
i learned that: 
hurt doesn't go away in an hour or a week or a month.

hurt stays inside you for an undefined time.

hurt is a tattoo, an open sore, festering skin around a piece of shrapnel.

and you look up at the sky and think "Can't i just be done? Can't i just feel better already? i've learned what i had to, didn't i?"

hurt won't go away just because you want it to.

but great news: neither will those who love you.

your family. (Give them the credit they deserve.) your friends who make you laugh and who listen to you. those amazing girls who have been where you are right now. and always, your Savior.

so yeah, as much as i'd like to say "i'm happy every single moment of the day", i can't. that would be a lie. i take things one moment at a time. i have this learning curve to go through right now. but i just know: hurt ends. somehow. someday.

tattoos can be undone, sores can heal, and shrapnel can be removed. the healing can hurt just as much as the initial wound, but it will end.