Slowly but surely
I was not able to attend the call request of a friend. He told me the next day that he wallowed in his morning bicycle routine. He has not yet moved on from issues of the past. That is something we have all experienced at least once in our lives. We doubt our progress and feel stuck, and healing seems like an eternity. There is the common feeling of one step forward, two steps back. This friend has been sharing a lot in recent months about his struggles, and he could just hope that things would eventually fall into places.
Last year, I found myself attending therapy sessions. It has been months that I stopped seeing my therapist. But I admit I am not sure if I am already healed or, at least, have moved forward from all the past hurts and self-inflicted pain. But I had learned that working on the root is a slow and deliberate process. And it is not a neat process. There would be days wherein the sky does not fall in and everything feels okay; in some days, I would see myself struggling in a pit of destruction.
We all try to go through the stages of grief and get past the recovery processes. As for me, I also loosen the grip by intentionally putting myself into a space and time of getting in touch with the realities, not with my illogical assumptions about myself, the past, present, and the future. Moving from point A to point B is a tiresome process; at least, I have the clearly defined goal of stepping in on point M. One step at a time.
We are all a work in progress, and the work stops on the day of absolute unconsciousness. Until then, I have to figure out and get through the specific challenges of the moment — slowly but surely.
One thing that I learned from the latest series that I had watched: Life always works out. Usually.