I don’t believe healing is a function of time. The popular metaphor--“hold a dyed cup under running water and it will clear over time”--suggests that time itself is the cure. But time doesn’t heal us; it only changes the environment in which we keep living.
We can live the same week 52 times a year and call it “time passing.” Or we can use time deliberately: read, learn, move our bodies, go into nature, meet people, challenge assumptions, and reflect - how we turn raw experience into meaning.
To me, healing is not dilution. It’s digestion. It’s the work of breaking down what happened, extracting meaning, discarding what harms, and rebuilding a self I can respect.
Here’s the uncomfortable question I have to face: if I’m still stained, is it because the water isn’t running--or because I’m not scrubbing?
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