Here’s something I wish someone told me when I was drowning in self-doubt…
Healing doesn’t look like a movie.
There’s no perfect soundtrack.
No magical sunrise moment.
No little montage that fixes everything.
Real healing…
looks like crying in the shower.
Sitting in silence.
Saying “I’m fine” when you’re really not.
It looks like getting out of bed
even when your chest is heavy.
It’s showing up for life
with a heart that still hurts
but chooses to try anyway.
Some days you’ll feel strong.
Some days you’ll feel numb.
Both count.
Both matter.
You don’t have to look healed to be healing.
This part—this quiet, messy, invisible part—
is still progress.
So take your time.
Let it be slow.
Let it be real.
Because healing doesn’t look like a movie.
It looks like you.
Right here.
Right now.
Still breathing.
Still becoming.
And remember, we are doing just fine...