It felt strange. It felt like the clouds opened above me. I was suddenly in the middle of a Thomas Kinkade, painter of light, landscape. All the emotions that had been swirled up inside me floated away, riding that beam of light straight out to ether (where in an efficient manner it is cleansed and released back as energy, neutral and powerful). It was...enlightening.
At the same time, I now felt in the place it had taken up inside me. "It was a good thing we caught it when we did, Doctor!" . It was raw, but I could feel it healing.
And the best part was that it actually got better everytime I told the story. It was like describing it was Neosporin for the Soul. By the time I got to the last retelling (it took five) I had successfully passed through a few stages. Barely a dull ache, and the skin was partially sealed along the edges – if I was careful with it for a while, in time it would be good as new! Better even!
That’s right, disbelievers! I got "closure". It does exist. And it feels kinda good!
["Neosporin for the Soul" is held in it's entireity by bnotb as the possible title for the forthcoming self help book]
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