Climate

by Whitney Hanson

i tried to drink healing like it was bleach. i tried to consume anything that i thought would help erase your memory. i consumed books, i listened to music, i distracted myself by using other people. i thought that i could clean out my head and make these blood stains white. so intently focused on removing the stains, i forgot i was still bleeding. there is no use trying to clean up in the midst of a disaster.

I felt this because when my ex broke up with me. Like if I did several million other things, the bandaid over the gunshot wound would help and stop the bleeding, but it didn’t. I had to finally accept the million of emotions that would and still comes with healing. To be able to process things and to move on to do better in life. And though it’s gotten so much easier, I still have my off days and remember my dark ones.