I knew when it started it would break me. I knew that there was too much below deck not to shatter my carefully laid floor when it came up. Hurt comes as a teacher. Pain is that way. Once we have learned what it has to say we can move on, heal and become stronger, more psychologically mature, more able to love with a full heart. I've been there... in emotional pain... and it took a process of years to heal from. I needed to learn to love myself, to believe in myself, to have a better sense of self-esteem. Those years being away from Rafe, I embraced all of these with open arms.
Most of all, I found my lost self-respect.
I feel the hurt, but am not the hurt, I am separate from it. I can take a step back this way and imagine a future in which I feel good, one where I feel happy and loved
