A Bag of Rocks

When something traumatic happens in your life, whatever that may be, you always wonder when it will feel better, when that hole-in-your-stomach-aching-craptastic feeling will go away.  Gradually it does, of course, for whatever reason; you get a new job, a new hobby, immerse yourself in friends/family/school, whatever works for you.  And  you may do pretty well for a while, you may even stop thinking about whatever happened altogether.

Then it happens.

A big whammy.

Something; a smell, a phrase someone says, an event; something reminds you of what happened, what was lost, and it feels like a bag of rocks has dropped on your head.  Or a very large man has punched you in the gut.  Or you thought there was one more step at the top of the stairs when there wasn't. 

Your breath catches for a moment and you kind of freeze.

It's probably one of the Top 10 Worst Feelings in the World.

And it makes you think, it makes you doubt yourself, it makes you wonder. 

What's my point here?  My point is that it's alright, you're not the only one and it happens.  It doesn't mean you're not healing,  it just means that whatever happened has had an impact on your life that is impermeable.  But that, my friends, is what builds us.  Having a loved one lost, a love gone, an accident of some kind, these things show us to appreciate the good, appreciate what we have right now, and to be something different than we were yesterday. 
And each time one of these whammies hits you, you get just a tiny fraction of a bit stronger.  So next time that gorilla-sumo-wrestling-dude pounds your stomach, it doesn't knock the wind out of you quite so bad.

Here's hoping.
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