I’m realizing that old wounds will always hurt if I keep picking at them.
In a biology/chemistry seminar I attended, the speaker said something that really struck home with me. “You can’t break old habits. You can only make new ones to override the old ones.”
That being said, I’m still trying to figure out how to override this habit of reminding myself of the things I’m better off forgetting. I guess you never really forget. You just learn to cope and move on and then somewhere along the way, it doesn’t hurt to remember anymore.
So is it that we can’t help but remember the things that hurt us or is it that we don’t really WANT to forget?
Is it a defense mechanism or a means of self harm?…of self destruction? Am I coping or am I a masochist; constantly reopening wounds the minute they start to heal.
I guess we all kind of like to hurt ourselves, in that sense.
We know the stove is hot but just to be sure it’s as hot as we remember, we touch it again…and again…and again..and again. The stove is always as hot as we remember it. The wound is always as deep as we remember it.
How many times will we, will I, pick at the same thing before it leaves a scar?
Someone close to me said, “I pick my scabs because I don’t want to see them.”
Do we do that? Obviously not just physically. Do we remove the very things keeping the infections and pain away because we don’t want to see the reminder of what’s happened?
How conducive is it really to the healing process? Isn’t it now much slower, more painful than if we had just let it heal and let it be?
I suppose we, human and flawed, can never just let things be. It’s the pain that tells us we’re alive..that it was real. It’s the scars that remind us why we’ll never do something again, go somewhere again, love someone again.
They say time heals all wounds but no one tells us how to deal with the scars.