A soft reflection on what it truly means to heal
Healing is not a race to the finish line.
It’s a quiet unfolding, a spiral, a return to the self—again and again.
We often imagine healing as a straight path: from pain to peace, from brokenness to wholeness. But real healing rarely moves like that. It stumbles. It pauses. It returns to old wounds just when we think they’ve closed.
Some days you feel light pouring through your skin. Other days you feel every scar pulse with memory.
And both days count.
Both are healing.
Healing is crying unexpectedly in the middle of the grocery store.
It’s taking three steps forward, then two steps back—and still calling that progress.
It’s learning to sit beside your pain without begging it to leave.
True healing asks us not to rush the process, but to trust it.
To breathe.
To soften.
To forgive ourselves for not being “over it” yet.
If you’re healing right now, know this:
You are not behind.
You are not broken.
You are not late.
You are walking your own sacred path.
And it is enough. You are enough. Always.
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