
“It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.”
The quote made me contemplate the cliché ‘time heals all wounds’ and then what Rose Kennedy believed in regards to it. I would agree with her; time isn’t what actually heals our wounds. We heal our wounds; we in our totality both physical self and non-physical self are the Will behind our healing. If we believe that time has the ability to heal us, then I believe we are being naïve. Time is just an illusion. It is a construct that we have created in order to structure our life experience. Time doesn’t hold any power over us at all other than what we allow it.
To heal we must experience the process beginning with self-reflection. Here we ask questions of our self and are willing to be vulnerable enough to answer with complete honesty. We discover the reason why we were hurt and determine how we can care for ourselves enough not to put us in the same situation again. An individual can only be hurt if he or she is aligned with the vibrational frequency of suffering. We are not victims unless we choose to be.
So, how would someone begin healing from a wound? Well, let me use myself as an example.
The wound we will be examining is a result of my experience with the marriage to my first husband. I shall name this wound Betrayal. After graduating college I left my home in Wareham and moved to Southbridge (100 miles away) to live with my finance and his family. I gave up my dream of Graduate school to find a job so that he and I could begin our life together. He wasn’t able to be honest with himself or me about his sexuality when we married and though he vowed to be my husband “until death do us part” he was alive and breathing two years later when we were divorced. This is when I received my wound: a large bleeding gash across my heart. Betrayal’s strongest trait for me was anger. Anger at my first husband. Anger at God. Anger at everyone I interacted with. But truly I was more angry at myself for trusting in someone. I used anger as a band-aid to covered up the wound, Betrayal.
I thought I was healed. I remember even believing that I was happy but it wasn’t until years later when I finally had the courage to admit that I still carried my wound that I began the healing process. I started with the anger.
Why was I so angry? I examined everything in my life at that point: I lived in a different city closer to Wareham, I had a child with another man (who later would become my second husband), I was following a different spiritual path, I was a SAHM and no longer worked outside of the house. What was causing me to be angry? It took some time to discover where the anger originated but I traced it back to Betrayal. Once I was able to examine the feeling of being betrayed I could work through it and truly address why I felt betrayed. (I was doing Shadow Work and didn’t even realize it.) It took time. It was a process but it has been worth it and gave me a deeper understanding of who I am and what I desire to experience in this lifetime.