I'm sorry to be the one saying this, but: Time doesn't "fix" everything. Some things don't get lighter. Some things don't heal the way we hoped Some things simply become part of us, and we end up carrying them longer than we ever expected. At first, the weight feels unfair, and we convince ourselves that something must be wrong with us. But then, what almost always changes, and then, we somehow still... get better? Well, the answer might now surprise you: it's your capacity. You learn how to stand with it, how to breathe through it, how to hold what hurts without falling apart. You gain perspective. You understand yourself better. And then, one day, you look back and realize the truth: the weight didn't change. You did. Look, life will ask us to face things we can't erase. So please, make sure your story isn't about "time healing all wounds." Make sure to be the story of you healing yourself enough to continue forward with them.