Healing

Last night was horrible, Mother. 

Horrifying. 

I'm afraid of what today will be. I'm afraid of what moving forward will be. I'm afraid everything will move too fast. I'm afraid that it won't move at all.

I'm afraid the healing is being undone. That I've spent years weaving myself back together, but now the threads are quickly unraveling.

I'm afraid of the ones who caused it. I'm afraid of myself.

I need Your help, Mother. I have to heal again. And I'm afraid of healing. I'm afraid of not healing. I'm lost, Mother. I look to You for guidance.

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