There is a saying that the best medicine to heal a wound is time. Give it enough time, then all the wounds would heal. Whether that wound is a physical injury wound, or an emotional wound, it will heal.
I really hope that there is a chance to heal the wound of my origin family. I really wish they can respect the decisions that I made. I wish that they don’t demonize all actions that others have done. I only stick to the facts, and if others can’t handle the facts on its face value, and keep defaming myself and people I am with, then I need to make myself sane by going away from these people. It is the only logical choice, although emotionally, it is still challenging for me.
But in reality, no matter what is done, it will never be the same. It will never be. The things said, can never be reversed.
Time will heal. And, how much time do we have left in this life?
At least, things are improving from my end. At least I am hoping, until she trips the circuits again.
Sigh. Sometimes I feel like I want to escape to have a life of my own, without thinking for other people, without being bothered by the smallest little thing. Is it even possible?