A/N: The journal entry below was a heartfelt emotion buried deep down within me when I wrote it a year ago. Just something I had to get out or it just had to come out one. Never expecting it to turn into what it has. This little piece here is what started "The Unmarred Soul" series.
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The Healing...
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When you have an unfortunate event in your life that hits you with a punch that takes your breath away, leaves you gasping for the rest of your life. Every day when you wake up you are hoping it was just a nightmare but soon realize that it is real.
The circumstances of this event has left you broke at the lowest point in your life. It molds you for the rest of your life. Your life will never be the same the impact of this tragedy will scar you forever.
You just want to lie down and die, you are walking around in a fog and things are just happening around you that you don't know or care. You were left with the burden of patching that hole in your heart so you can try to get on with life. Sometimes that patch gets ripped off but you have to try to patch it again until the next one.
No one can heal your broken heart for you, there is nothing they can do but stand back and watch what it is doing to you. You know this is the worse experience in your life and you will put up that shield so no one or anything can hurt you like that again.
Trying to get up off of the floor takes a lot of time and hard work. To lose that love will forever scar your heart. You realize that none of your friends can take away that pain piercing through your heart and they all say you will get over it but you never get over it, you might bury it but you will never get over it or forget it.
You just hold on knowing that life will forever be changed. You start grasping at straws trying to feel better or at least get a patch to get through the next phase.
You find people trying to comfort you but they can't take the pain from you. So you do anything that you can that takes that pain away but it is always below the surface that pain never really goes away.
When you reach rock bottom you are going to get cuts and bruises trying to dig and climb your way out. You have to keep scratching and clawing to get out of that hole. Some people get thrown a life line if you are one of those lucky people then you have to learn to take it and go on.
TIME heals all wounds but the hardest thing to do is: WAIT.
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from the journal of Jax Teller