I need healing.

I realized the scars of my most recent wounds and even the not-so-recent ones are still sensitive to touch and I am still hurting.

What have I done wrong? I had moved on. Or at least, I believed then that I did. I took the blows life gave me as courageously as I could. I almost gave up the big fight, but somehow along the way, I managed to outdo my nemesis, knocking him down with all my might. Or so I thought.....

I read this in The First Word Blog: