I have been told over and over and over again that I need to “get over” and “move on” from my traumas. It is most painful when I am told this by people who claim to be supportive of my recovery. I agree to a certain extent and in a fantasy world I would be able to move on over night. However, there is a difference between moving on and getting over my traumas. I know that I will never be able to “get over” my traumas simply because I will never be able to forget them and they shaped who I am today. I am reminded of them in almost every instance of my life. I am entitled to be angry and grieve what has been stolen from me. There is no proper timeline for me or any other survivor to move on from our traumas. I believe that I am moving on at this very moment by forcing myself to process the traumas that I remember. It is healthy yet painful.
Sometimes I akin recovering from (C)PTSD to lancing a festering wound in your stomach. It has to be done eventually or else the wound will eventually overcome your body with sickness. The wound might even suddenly burst open with smelly rotten discharge if it is not dealt with properly. Once the festering wound is lanced, it will be painful, smelly and disgusting as the rotting discharge releases… but remember that this step to healing is necessary. The wound will have a chance to heal once the discharge is cleaned away. There is a possibility that the scars that are left from lancing the wound will be visible or not.
I am simply in the stage of my recovery where my festering wounds are being lanced… and who knows how long the wounds will take to completely heal. Maybe they won’t. Maybe I will have scars forever. But at least I won’t have a festering wound anymore.