What Healing Really Looks Like

What Healing Really Looks Like

When people talk about healing, it often sounds peaceful—like something that happens after the storm. But what I’ve learned is that healing is the storm.

It’s messy, unpredictable, and at times, painful.

After my 2011 suicide attempt, I thought healing meant forgetting. I thought if I just stayed busy, smiled enough, or helped others, the pain would disappear.

But healing doesn’t mean pretending it never happened—it means learning to live with the memory without letting it define you.

I’ve had to forgive myself for things I did when I was just trying to survive. I’ve had to sit in silence and feel the ache instead of running from it. And I’ve had to rebuild my faith piece by piece after losing my brother in 2021 and my friend in 2024.

Healing looks different every day.
Some mornings, I feel unstoppable.
Other days, it takes everything in me just to breathe.

But I’ve learned this: even in those moments of exhaustion, I’m still healing.
Because every time I choose to stay, to rise, to share my story—I grow stronger.

Your healing doesn’t have to be perfect. It just has to be honest.
And the cracks? They’re not flaws—they’re where your light shines through.

💛 Keep going, even if it’s slow. You’re becoming whole in ways you can’t yet see.