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My healing journey hasn't happen overnight. It not a neat, straight path from brokenness to wholeness. It can be messy, unpredictable, and, at times, exhausting. But looking back, every moment is worth it.

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There’s something about healing that feels a lot like fishing. You sit with your thoughts, cast your line into murky waters, and wait. Some days, nothing bites. Other days, you reel in something big — a realization, a truth, a piece of yourself you’d lost along the way.

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Like many of us, I carry wounds I can't see but feel every day — grief, self-doubt, the scars of old heartbreaks and buried fears. For a long time, I tried to outrun my pain by staying busy, pleasing others, and pretending I was fine. But the truth is, healing begins when you stop running.

 

My turning point came when I decided to sit still — to be alone with myself, to listen to what my heart was trying to say. It wasn’t easy. Sitting with your pain is uncomfortable. But it’s also where the magic happens.

 

The most beautiful lesson I’ve learned is that healing isn’t about fixing what’s broken — it’s about loving yourself enough to hold those pieces with tenderness. It’s about finding peace in the in-between.

 

Today, I’m still healing. I think we all are, in some way. But now, I see healing as a lifelong adventure — one that’s worth showing up for, again and again.

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