Picking the scab...

Recently, someone had me in tears...
They brought up something, a mistake of mine, from 2 years ago.

I was really hard on myself over that mistake, and it is still a bit of a sore subject...
I have not fully healed from it yet...

I felt all the blame I put on myself, all the pain that mistake caused.. just rush over me once more..

It was like creating a wound so deep that it hits the bone...
Then picking that scab open some time later.

The feeling of the pain of the wound re-opening.

Sure, once the scab was picked the the bleeding started again, I began to feel better.
Just like with all scabs.

I am glad I made it over that particular hurdle.

The person really brought it up as a test...
To see how far along I am in my healing and improvement process...
They do not hold a grudge over me for that mistake.

They were right.
The past cannot - and will not - be forgotton.
It is the only way to ensure one becomes better, and does not repeat those mistakes.

Now that it is over with, I can admit they were right...
I can understand...
I feel a bit better now.