Everyone has a story to tell.

Everyday as a nurse, I care for someone who has a story to tell. It could be a juicy romance, a historical non-fiction, or a very fucking dark tragedy. However, in every story I hear… there is a wound, a heartbreak, or a trauma.

I’ve met people who have lost limbs in wars, families who have lost children, and those so sick they have given only days to live… and they all have a story to tell based on their own personal tragedy. And even though they may be telling me the damn worst imaginable story (that make me cry in the bathroom afterwards)… majority of the time they are at fucking peace and have accepted their pasts.

I am coming to realize that everything that makes us who we are… are our dark pasts and wounds. Every scar tells a story. Every trauma that we face molds us into the person that we are. It is up to us, me and whoever you are reading this, to make the best out of the traumas we are dealt. We need to be able to grow, learn, and accept our past wounds to become better people. i mean… fuck… the shit that each of us has gone through or is going through is terrible. But…

We only have one life. ONE FUCKING LIFE. So don’t ignore your fucky past, accept it. Make the best out of every fucking day. Live without regrets. Create amazing memories. Love others and yourself.

Honor the fucking traumas that molded your story.

2 thoughts on “Wounds

  1. Honor the traumas…how refreshingly, world twistingly…perfect. I seem to have stumbled my way into the past here. To think, this was pre-COVID. I imagine in that nursing role, some fresh traumas have been experienced in these intervening years. There’s a philosopher named Arthur Schopenhauer who said “we are all lambs playing in the field before the watchful eye of the butcher.” He believed that each of us has unimaginable suffering stretched out before use and that if we knew it all, the only sane option would be to kill ourselves. As a nurse, you can likely identify with that concept. All is good, living life, and then a random lump that doesn’t belong and everything changes. The line between the living and the dead is a gossamer thread. Dark stuff. I think I prefer the idea that we should honor our traumas and appreciate how each scar shapes us. I like that. We have so little power over the future, but damnit we can control the framing of the past.

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