10/15/2025
Healing isnāt pretty, but itās real. Itās messy, confusing, and painful. Itās also where Iām finding myself again. Iām not who I was, and Iām not yet who Iām becomingā¦ but Iām learning to love the in-between. šæ This is just a reflection of what Iāve been through.
Now Iām beginning to realizeā¦ healing isnāt a straight line, itās returning to self.
Itās loving myself.
Itās being patient with me.
Although it hurts, Iām not doing it to hurt.
Iām doing it to find my worth, my purpose.
To be one with self.
To honor who I once was, and who Iām becoming.
Healing hurts.
You want to run back.
You get mad for letting yourself go through that.
You get sad because you wish it wouldāve worked.
You feel confused about how it all led to this.
But youāre on the right path.
You just have to trust yourself.
Soon, youāll be true to you.
Youāll stand up for yourself.
You wonāt settle for less.
Youāll remember who you are.
Youāll step into that version of you who saw the light,
because sometimes you only find the light
after sitting in the dark.
It will get better.
It has to get better.
I canāt believe I went through that,
trying so hard not to be that.
But I know nowā¦ I will be her.
I always have been her.
I just forgot.
And soon, Iāll be back.
For now, Iāve just gotta get past that.
I want to blame himā¦
you fu**ed me up,
you led me on,
you took advantage,
you mistreated me,
you put dreams in my head.
What was that?
Iām trying so hard to move past that.
But I realize nowā¦
my worth was never in someone elseās hands.
I see the patterns I fell into,
and I see how strong I am for surviving them.
