Alright, let's get one thing straight—if there’s anything more frustrating than running out of coffee on a Monday morning, it’s the realization that I have to heal from things that weren’t even my fault. A bit dramatic? Maybe. But if you’ve ever found yourself picking up the pieces of someone else’s mess, then you know exactly what I mean.
It’s like ordering a burger and getting a hotdog instead. You stare at it, confused, thinking, This isn’t what I asked for. But there you are, holding it anyway, with no refund in sight. Now, not only are you disappointed, but you're also expected to somehow make peace with it, eat it, and pretend it’s exactly what you wanted all along.
Life, it seems, runs on a similar chaotic kitchen policy. Things happen—friendships dissolve, love walks out without warning, expectations shatter, and suddenly, you’re left sorting through the wreckage of something you never even broke. Add a sprinkle of mental health struggles, a dash of self-doubt, and a few unexpected life detours, and you've got yourself a recipe for frustration.
And the worst part? The responsibility to heal, move on, and grow falls entirely on you. Even when you didn’t cause the damage. Even when you never signed up for the pain. Life, in all its unfair glory, doesn’t hand out compensation for emotional distress. Instead, it hands you a mop and expects you to clean up the mess, whether you made it or not.
Isn’t that just wildly unfair? It’s like expecting a car crash victim to walk themselves to the hospital. But here’s the reality—no one is coming to fix it for us. No magical undo button. No time machine to rewind and take a different route. We’re left with two choices: stay stuck in the wreckage or start rebuilding, one shaky brick at a time.
And as much as I hate to admit it, there’s a strange kind of power in that. Because each time we choose to heal, we take control of our own stories. We reclaim the narrative, refusing to be defined by the things that hurt us. It’s unfair, yes. But it’s also proof of our resilience. Proof that we’re stronger than the things that tried to break us.
So maybe—just maybe—life isn’t punishing us when it throws these unexpected hardships our way. Maybe it’s handing us an uninvited, unwanted test of our strength. A test we never asked for, but one that proves just how much we’re capable of overcoming.
Healing is frustrating, exhausting, and often feels like trying to put together a puzzle with missing pieces. But every time we push through, we grow. We learn. We become a little wiser, a little tougher, and a lot more us.
So yeah, I hate that I have to heal from things that weren’t my fault. But I love the person I’m becoming because of it. And that? That’s a power no one can take away from me.
Maybe, in this grand, chaotic, sometimes ridiculous mess of life, that’s the silver lining we never saw coming.
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