People always said time heals wounds, so she waited patiently for the pain to leave her, believing that one day she would wake up and the heaviness in her chest would finally disappear, but years passed and some memories still hurt with the same sharpness, some nights still carried the same silence, and some scars still opened whenever life became too quiet, and that was when she realized there are wounds time alone cannot heal because some pain settles deep inside the soul, changing the way a person loves, trusts, survives, and sees the world forever.
But with time, she discovered something even more important: healing was never about pretending the wound never existed. It was about learning how to live again without letting the pain define her. Slowly, she began to smile without forcing it, breathe without heaviness, and hope without fear, and in the end, she understood that even the wounds time could not heal completely had still taught her how strong, gentle, and human she truly was.
