Healing means owning the pain without pushing it away. Healing means embrace it, accept it, keep going. Allow the harm to move through but never forget: Healing looks like acceptance and feels like gratitude. And your struggles don’t define you (unless you so choose.)
Healing means “I can’t change the past, so I’m choosing to clasp it, clutch it, and love it.”
Healing is knowing the path forward is paved with surrender, and falling down is progress if you fall forward, as long as you get back up again, and even if you don’t, if you need a rest to catch your breath, as
Uncle Oscar says, “We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”
Healing is remembering to look at the stars, and knowing in your heart that every night you look up is a family reunion.
Healing is learning that the blackest nights are best for noticing the dimmest lights, that the stars are always out somewhere, that sun shines behind grey skies every… single… day.
Healing is an alchemized mix of perspective and time.
Healing is “That nearly destroyed me, but I can’t change it, and I’ll be stronger because of it even if it doesn’t feel like it right now.”
Healing is the hope that catches our eye when the darkness swallows us whole and threatens to consume everything around us.
Healing is a hot bath, a deep breath, and the recognition that giving it one more chance might change your path forever.
Healing is betting on yourself.
Healing is letting your heart steer.