Time is always said to heal. "Give it time," they say. Patience is key to survival. We wait in line at the grocery store, stand in line for movie tickets, wait to cross the street, and wait to move on. Sometimes we wait so long that we realize that we should've done something about it a long time ago. We can't just sit around. We have to do something! Have fun! Forget about he past. It happened. It's over. There's nothing you can do, and that's the hard truth. But time can't heal if there's always something there to cut the wound open again.
What does it mean when you're depressed, and you have no reason to be? What's wrong with my brain?
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