I got this scar when I was 16 years old. You can barely see it in this picture, but it’s there. Trust me.
I wish it was a scar from a bullet I got moonlighting as a spy (cuz I do have those skills you know), but no, not this time.
I was working on a car wash in a church parking lot to raise money for a high school athletic club I was part of. There was a metal piece of trim sticking out on the side of the car, and as I swiped, it sliced my finger open leaving a deep cut that required stitches.
This is a scar that (almost) everyone can see. But I have “invisible” ones too. I know you do too.
That teacher who shamed you. That boyfriend who dumped you. That parent who let you down. The friend who said “You’re too…” or “You’re not enough…” That time you were fired or betrayed or overlooked or compared and found lacking.
They may not be physically visible, but these wounds are deep and long-lasting.
What’s an invisible wound or painful memory you carry with you? Continue reading
