Someone online asked others if it's true that time really heals all wounds. The following thoughts are re-posted from my reply (on Bubblews) to that question:
From my own experience, it does, at least when it's something that
nobody could have done anything about (like a death) But it, takes more
time than we usually think it will or should. Again, just from my own
experience, we at first may have to not think about whatever it is, but
then over time we kind of start to pull out of the "mental file" marked
"process later" some of the parts of whatever happened; and over a
period of time we process each part until the whole thing just doesn't
have a whole lot of emotion attached to it. That's not saying that, for
example, in the case of someone who has passed away, we don't still miss
them at times, or in some ways; but it's so much less and feels so much
smaller.
How it has always felt to me is as if everything surrounding the event
is what we process, think about until we make peace with it, and
eventually we make some kind of peace with whatever it is.
If it's a death that has recently happened we don't just tell ourselves
to be numb, and we don't just feel numb. Things go on that actually do
numb us soon after the death, and gradually the numbness starts to wear
off.
I have no doubt that there are some very extreme and awful losses/events
that people don't ever get over (in fact they're so unimaginable for
most people I can't even make myself put into words an example here.
Under most circumstances, though (and even with some horrible things and
overwhelming losses) we actually do get over it.
One problem can be, though, that when you've been through something but
it's old enough that it has lost its emotional punch for you, if it's
big enough it will still be a part of your life; and it may be as much a
part of your life/history as, say, the color of your hair or the school
you went to. So it has no emotional impact for you. But, others who
have't had a similar experience can be very uncomfortable about it if
you mention it. In fact they can think you "haven't moved on" when, in
fact, you've moved on - but you don't have amnesia. Also, in the case of
losing someone, sometimes they were so much a part of your life that
not mentioning them means you have to leave big gaps in your "story" any
time you're talking about a time in your life when they were here.
With "wounds" that have been inflicted by someone (whether intentionally
or not), I think it can be trickier because the person who knows he has
been victimized by someone else can have a need to have the other
person (or at least someone) acknowledge what happened and that it was
wrong. There can be a need for some form of justice as well. Sometimes a
person may be able to put it past him and do whatever processing has to
be done (and this part can be similar to other types of hurts, like
death) if he gets a simple acknowledgement and/or apology. So, while I
can't speak for everyone, I can say that what makes some "wounds" not
heal is that the process can't be complete without those additional
elements (like the acknowledgement and apology). Making things right
again would be another thing the person may wish he could have happen
(at least ideally), but even that could be "gotten over" better with the
other elements.
Even in the sunniest of lives there are those times when storm clouds gather and hide the sun for at least a little while. Sometimes those clouds bring nothing but quick sun showers. Sometimes they bring a long stretch of gloomy days. Then, too, there are those times when the skies are gray, but the rain never really falls.
Whether it's a bad day or a bad year, we usually find that when gray skies settle in we don't always find the time to stop and smell the roses, take enough time to laugh, or indulge in listening to a little music.
With threatening skies, however, often comes higher winds; so even with all our frazzled, overwhelming, stress-filled, days that don't afford us the luxury of roses and music, just outside our windows the music of the wind chimes grows. It isn't the music of great composers. In fact, wind chimes play a simple tune with few notes and little change. The faithful and constant tinkling of wind chimes is not music to which we dance. Still, the gentle music of the tossing wind chimes reminds us that some music only comes when skies are gray. More importantly, the wind chimes dance and play their music faithfully, whether or not we have the time to listen.
The thoughts/ideas written here are aimed at those times when days are frazzled, life is filled with stress (major stress or minor stress), and even an otherwise sunny life seems gloomy. It's also aimed at trying to offer helpful ideas for dealing with those storm clouds (large or small).
What's here is a collection of material about coping with, dealing with, and managing the various "sky-darkeners" of life.
A final message: When the skies darken and the winds pick up, don't forget to listen to the sounds from just outside your window, because that's where the faithful, constant, wind chimes dance and sing.