I try to be my own counsellor and guardian, coming up with a solution. I set to work the instant my defenses have been breached before any sign of damage is visible to the outside world, embarrassed that I am not sufficiently perfect to no longer suffer. But it is lovely to see, sometimes, that I can settle for just being hurt and let it be fixed in all kinds of ways that don’t involve my own clever handiwork. Perhaps the hurt just fades on its own with time or with the kind comfort of someone. Perhaps, in my vulnerability, the perpetrator can easily see the effect of what they’ve done, and be moved to say sorry and help me repair myself. Or perhaps I comfort myself too…but one way or another, letting hurt hang around for a little longer than normal and just waiting a bit.