I remember thinking in the early days, weeks and months of this journey that healing was impossible.
The wound was too great, too deep and too devastating to allow for that.
No amount of work or help or wishful thinking could undo the damage.
But I was wrong.
Little by little the shattered pieces of my heart began to reassemble themselves into a very fragile, not-quite-the-same, semblance of the old shape.
When life knocks me around (as it still does quite often) a bit falls off here and there and I have to begin again to put my heart back together.
It’s not simple.
It’s not a straight line.
It’s not a once and done thing.
But it’s possible.