Time has this crazy way of holding us hostage. It will make us count out every minute of every hour of every day until we realize that we cannot control or change it. Those of us who have experienced trauma, grief, heartache, pain and regret will know all too well that we are prisoners for as long as we fight it.
We can rail against it, cry out or hide, but none of it will change the slow and steady manner in which Time will push us forward. We can throw ourselves to the floor, a tantrum of agony and anguish, and Time will unremittingly carry us through until we wearily accept that the time has come for us to take our first step. We will do so tentatively, and we will undoubtedly fall more times than seems acceptable, but we will gain strength through our efforts.
Then one day we will look back and realize that we have walked farther than we ever thought possible, survived longer than we ever dreamed we would, and healed in a way that makes us proud of our efforts and perseverance. And Time will gently whisper, “As I knew you would.”