My fucking ass. Whoever came up with that shit hole of a saying never lived through anything tragic or heartbreaking or just wronged in any way. I have tried and encouraged time to heal my wounds, every single one of them, but they didn't heal, they repressed. Buried so deep inside, you think your wounds are now just scars that only carry a vague memory if the scar is seen. But instead when something triggers that memory, the wound bleeds as if it's a fresh flesh wound. The difference with internal wounds is you cannot just apply pressure and the bleeding stops. I still haven't found a technique to help the bleeding stop once it starts, I wish I could.
There is so much that is repressed that I'm not even sure which wound bleeds and which are possibly scars now. I try on a daily basis to keep shit out of my head, shit that brings memories forward and shit I just don't have time to deal with anymore.
