But standing, and sound.

I have come to believe that this is the only honest way that broken things ever really mend, and that the stories we tell about instant forgiveness and tearful reconciliations that fix everything in an afternoon do a quiet harm, because they set a standard that real life cannot meet and leave people feeling that their own slow, halting, imperfect healing is somehow a failure.

It is not a failure.

It is how it actually works.