Time heals all wounds

Bullshit.

‘Time flies.’ ‘Time is money.’ ‘Time marches on.’ ‘Time gets wasted.’ ‘Time stands still.’

There are so many quotes about time. Most of them are on point. Most of them make sense to me.

Except for one.

Time heals all wounds

Does it? Does time actually heal all wounds?

Merriam-Webster defines the word heal as : to make well again : to restore health. To make sound or whole

To make well again. To make WHOLE. There is absolutely no fucking way to find your way back to ‘well’ or ‘whole’ when you’ve lost half of the pieces that made you who you are. No amount of time is going to fill in the gaps.

Time heals all wounds

Bullshit.

Wendy and I used to have a standing phone call appointment. We talked or texted each other every single day at 10:30am- no matter what. She was always early and I was always late (no surprise there.) She always used to say, ‘what the hell would you do without me keeping you on track?’ To which I would reply ‘be really lost. Please don’t ever leave me, I can’t do this life without you.’ She would say, ‘you could if you had to and in TIME you’d figure it out,’

I miss her.

Time hasn’t healed me. Time hasn’t made any of this easier. I haven’t figured anything out. Every single day, time reminds me of how much I’ve lost.

Until next time,

~A