Healing isn’t pretty

 Healing isn’t pretty.

It’s crying over things you thought you were “over.”
It’s learning how to sit with silence when all you want is distraction.
It’s realizing that peace feels uncomfortable when you’ve lived in chaos too long.
It’s choosing not to respond, not because you don’t care
but because protecting your energy finally matters more than proving your point.

Healing is messy. It’s lonely. It’s full of small moments no one claps for.
But one day you’ll catch yourself laughing again.
Really laughing.
And that’s when you’ll realize you didn’t lose yourself.
You just finally came home to her.