I used to think healing meant fixing every broken part of me.
So I chased books, routines, affirmations—
anything to make the pain disappear.
But one day, I just sat with it.
No tools. No goals. Just... silence.
And in that moment, I realized—
healing wasn’t about becoming perfect.
It was about learning to sit with who I am, without flinching.
That was the beginning of peace.