We never really heal—we just learn how to sit with it gently.
When you can't change things, change the way you perceive them.
Being fully healed was never a finish line, it was never the end of a story. We thought that by forcefully forgetting things would make ourselves feel better, that erasing memories would at least let our breath soften—even if it's just for a while.
I'm not trying to romanticize suffering, but in reality most people who declared themselves healed—aren't fully healed. Because the true trying has just begun.
Trying to sit with the guilt, the stress, the endless what-ifs questions. Being fully healed doesn't mean disregarding negative emotions, it means sitting with them even though they slipped like a needle within our skin.
You can't have happiness without sadness. You can't be full without being empty. You can't have joy without tears. You can't have one thing without another.
Life isn't beautiful because it was full of happiness—but because of a journey, an effort to make it happen, to crawl into light, over and over again.
