{"id":33180,"date":"2019-02-19T12:00:50","date_gmt":"2019-02-19T12:00:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/herway.net\/?p=33180"},"modified":"2022-01-19T15:33:23","modified_gmt":"2022-01-19T15:33:23","slug":"quien-dijo-que-el-tiempo-cura-todas-las-heridas-era-un-mentiroso","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/herway.net\/es\/quien-dijo-que-el-tiempo-cura-todas-las-heridas-era-un-mentiroso\/","title":{"rendered":"Quien dijo: \"\u00a1El tiempo cura todas las heridas!\" era un mentiroso"},"content":{"rendered":"

They are still asking about you. It’s funny because it’s been five years already since you left me. They assume that I moved on a long time ago. They mention you, thinking everything is okay and then they retreat back to their perfect happy lives.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sabes, soy muy bueno en fingiendo que estoy bien<\/a>. Siempre que oigo tu nombre, sonr\u00edo. Sonr\u00edo porque si pronunciara una sola palabra, romper\u00eda a llorar. La sonrisa se ha convertido en un buen disfraz para m\u00ed.<\/span><\/p>\n

It’s been five years already. But I can still see you standing at the door and saying those five words that broke my heart into a million pieces:<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI don’t love you anymore!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Las palabras a\u00fan resuenan en mi mente y a veces se hacen tan fuertes que no tengo m\u00e1s remedio que acallarlas con mis sollozos. Todav\u00eda me duele. Todav\u00eda me hace llorar.<\/span><\/p>\n

When you broke me into pieces, my heart hurt so badly. I wanted to take you out of it so that I didn’t ache. That’s how much I loved you.<\/span><\/p>\n

They say time heals all wounds but nothing has changed since the day you left. You were and you still are the love of my life. You are the love of my days and nights. You are the love of my hours and minutes. But after you, love has become a topic I’d rather skip. I wanted so badly to move on but I just couldn’t because I was still holding on to what we used to have.<\/span><\/p>\n

La gente me dec\u00eda que el tiempo me ayudar\u00eda a curarme. Qu\u00e9 rid\u00edculo fue para m\u00ed aferrarme a esas palabras. Me dieron fuerzas en aquellos d\u00edas en los que deseaba morir. Cre\u00eda que el tiempo era tan poderoso que me ayudar\u00eda a superarte. Cre\u00eda que el tiempo ser\u00eda mi aliado. Esperaba con ansia cada d\u00eda, deseando cada vez menos dolor. Dios, \u00a1qu\u00e9 equivocada estaba!<\/span><\/p>\n

Y ahora, cinco a\u00f1os despu\u00e9s, he llegado a un doloroso descubrimiento.<\/span><\/p>\n

El tiempo no cur\u00f3 todas esas heridas y todo ese dolor que causaste. El tiempo s\u00f3lo las escondi\u00f3 en alg\u00fan lugar profundo, muy profundo de mi alma. El tiempo s\u00f3lo las transform\u00f3 en arrebatos temporales de depresi\u00f3n y l\u00e1grimas. Los transform\u00f3 en ataques de p\u00e1nico e impotencia. <\/span>Hab\u00eda tanto de ese dolor que el tiempo no pod\u00eda borrar ni eliminar.<\/b><\/p>\n

Si el tiempo lo cura todo, \u00bfpor qu\u00e9 me siento as\u00ed?<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00bfPor qu\u00e9 siento que todo ha empeorado?<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00bfPor qu\u00e9 sigo repitiendo todo en mi mente?<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00bfPor qu\u00e9 no lo olvid\u00e9?<\/span><\/p>\n

Quien diga que el tiempo cura todas las heridas es un pu*to mentiroso. No importa cu\u00e1nto tiempo pase, el dolor sigue ah\u00ed. No importa cu\u00e1nto tiempo pase, nada se hace m\u00e1s f\u00e1cil. Por mucho que pase el tiempo, no me hago m\u00e1s fuerte. El trauma nunca ha abandonado mi coraz\u00f3n. Sigo tan destrozada como hace cinco a\u00f1os.<\/span><\/p>\n

Estoy roto. El tiempo me ha defraudado.<\/span><\/p>\n

Empezar de cero era imposible porque mi pasado me segu\u00eda a todas partes. No pod\u00eda escapar de \u00e9l. Era como una carga que se ha hecho m\u00e1s pesada con el tiempo. Se ha hecho m\u00e1s pesada y poco a poco me est\u00e1 entumeciendo.<\/span><\/p>\n

De vez en cuando hay algo que me recuerda a ti. Una canci\u00f3n. Una imagen. Un sue\u00f1o. Un recuerdo. El dolor sigue dentro de m\u00ed y mi coraz\u00f3n sigue sangrando.<\/span><\/p>\n

Pero no puedo malgastar mi vida esperando a que llegue un tiempo mejor. <\/span>No puedo malgastar mi vida esperando que el tiempo me cure. Porque el tiempo nunca me curar\u00e1. La aceptaci\u00f3n lo har\u00e1.<\/b><\/p>\n

Necesito aceptar el hecho de que mi tristeza es real. Mi angustia es real. Me hiciste da\u00f1o y no puedo cambiarlo. No puedo rebobinar el tiempo y evitar que me dejes. Es lo que es y tengo que aceptarlo. Tengo que dejar que mis emociones me abrumen. Necesito aceptar mi dolor por lo que es<\/span>\u2014<\/span>una parte de m\u00ed.<\/span><\/p>\n

Es una parte de m\u00ed que tengo que abrazar y aceptar. La aceptaci\u00f3n es todo lo que necesito para curarme.<\/span><\/p>\n

Y un buen d\u00eda, cuando est\u00e9 curada y sea feliz, me reir\u00e9 tanto que olvidar\u00e9 que mis cicatrices han existido.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"Quien<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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