There are some things that cuts us too deep. And other things that hurts less. The more I think about the pain that was inflicted on me, the more angry I become. Big or small, it hurts.
Would seeing someone else in pain make me feel better? To watch them suffer what I have suffered? I realize that it doesn’t. It’s not the answer for me. Holding on hurts more than letting go.
The moment I realized that, I set myself free.