I used to ask myself that and honestly, I didn’t see how it ever could.
But from my own experience… yes, it does.
It doesn’t just disappear or get erased.
It changes shape.
The memories are still there,
their name still comes up sometimes,
but it doesn’t hit the same anymore.
My chest doesn’t tighten the way it used to,
and my body doesn’t react like I’m back at the beginning again.
It still hurts a little…
but it’s a softer kind of hurt now.
One that doesn’t break me open, just reminds me.
And slowly, I learned that this is what “getting better” really is…
not forgetting them, but learning how to carry it with the pain a little less each time.
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 3:29 PM UTC
I used to ask myself that and honestly, I didn’t see how it ever could.
But from my own experience… yes, it does.
It doesn’t just disappear or get erased.
It changes shape.
The memories are still there,
their name still comes up sometimes,
but it doesn’t hit the same anymore.
My chest doesn’t tighten the way it used to,
and my body doesn’t react like I’m back at the beginning again.
It still hurts a little…
but it’s a softer kind of hurt now.
One that doesn’t break me open, just reminds me.
And slowly, I learned that this is what “getting better” really is…
not forgetting them, but learning how to carry it with the pain a little less each time.
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