The Wounded Healer

There are times in this life when our beautiful brains become so chemically involved with the likeness of another, that the extent of which we would go for them overwhelms all rationale.

We call this love.

Receiving love is easy. But giving love, that’s much different. It requires consistent displays of sacrifice, both big and small, and can be exhausting. When you love somebody, you consciously and sub-consciously make these sacrifices for them not because it’s the logical thing to do for your own progress, but because the bond you’ve sealed with their soul ebbs and flows the chemicals in your brain like the moon does the earth’s tides. You realize that you’ve lost all control, and find yourself orbiting their atmosphere as you constantly fall for them, ready to give them anything they need to improve their life, regardless of the cost to yours. Our lives are built upon the broken backs of the ones who showed us this very same love, who gave us their all, regardless of the cost. Today, we recognize them for their dings, dents, and cracks – and thank them for healing ours.

Our Wounded Healers.

May their love continue to spark the circuit in our brains, and be the current in our veins. This way they’ll remain forever attached.