Scars

Deep scars don't ever leave you.
On the contrary: They deepen with time. They stamp your body with a mark of sorrow. A painful reminder that you, friend, are immortal and can break. That you, friend, don't have thick skin, but rather your skin penetrates deep with every break, every tear, every hurt you suffer through. You are malleable in your pain. You take it ALL in. Your empathy may be a secret sauce for creative work, but it is a magnet for discomfort. It pulls in toxicity because it, too, longs for empathy and compassion. Drama needs company. And you, friend, are a giver. So you give, and what gets taketh away is your anchor. Your grounding. Your home within yourself.
No, deep scars don't ever leave you. 
No matter the scar cream you slap on.
No matter the therapy.
No matter the apology letters. 
So learn to live with scars. Or better yet: learn to love your scars. Just like wrinkles, scars are a reminder of a life well lived. Of a life badly lived. Of a life LIVED in the only way we know how to live: as humans, having a human experience. In all its brightest, darkest, tenderest, rageful way: a HUMAN way. 
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