You learn something new everyday. Yesterday, I watched a video on Facebook and learnt how to make home-made cough drops. Today, on a phone call, I learnt that 1 is greater than 7.
I learnt that when you push the pain out of your body, the expulsion is physical. Tears. Vomit. The inability to breathe.
That there is a point beyond tears, filled with nothingness. It is a quiet place to be once the violence is over.
That what has once been broken can never be fully fixed. It will always be a fractured thing, cracks showing in weak spots.
That numbness might not be such a bad thing after all. Okay, I’d learnt that one already but a reminder is always good.
That “Okay” might be the most painful thing to hear. That it can be the one word to change your life.
They say that when you stop learning you stop living. But what if you don’t survive the lesson?