No one heals alone. You may challenge that statement, but I'm convinced it's true. We're survivors, but we need others—at least one person who cares.
As human beings, we're built to relate to others. We need them to love, rebuke, encourage, and inspire us. Those who are willing to hear, who can understand our pain, and assure us that we matter, are the people who help us realize the healing we receive from others.
We need other human beings to help us confront the lies and deceptions of our perpetrators.
I need others.
My denying that fact doesn't destroy the truth.
(This post was adapted from Not Quite Healed, written by Cecil Murphey and Gary Roe.)