How does one heal from the places and faces of the past?
Every single time I feel like I have made progress – conscious and deliberate, carried out meticulously and with significant mental exercise – it takes so little to bring me back. Seven steps forward over the course of seven long years become insignificant in a moment’s worth of sadness; triggers. Episodes. I have different names for them, but they all, in truth, mean the same one thing: the past. Emotionally, I’m still there.
I thought I forgave you two days ago, only to notice how heavy my heart still feels today.
How, just how – will someone teach me the ways? –
does one heal from the places and faces of the past?
do not pass.
they find places
inside us.”— Della Hicks-Wilson, migration | dellahickswilson