Epilogue
Pain is a fickle thing. I have witnessed it, destroying people and wielding people into warriors.
Surviving through isn’t something easy to achieve, but that is the beauty of pain.
No matter how hard it makes one fall, it certainly opens new doors to self-improvement and betterment. Of course, it is easy to say the words rather than experience them. No one can comprehend how bad it is for someone experiencing it, and I mean it.
Therefore, all we can do is be a support to them. It is better to say, ‘I am here, if you need.’ then, ‘Stay positive, everything will be alright.’
Why? Because one will never know how hard it is for someone to stay positive when everything is falling apart. We don’t know if things will be alright tomorrow. We never do.
Hence, if we wish to, all we can do is lend a pair of shoulders.
Morbid, but, in the words of Rose Fitzgerald Kennedy, “It has been said, ‘time heals all wounds.’ I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.”
