Some days, I feel strong and certain—ready to move forward with clarity and grace.
Other days, I find myself questioning everything again. The memories come back. The hurt resurfaces. I wonder if I imagined it all—if maybe I was overreacting, if maybe it wasn’t that bad.
But it was. And it’s okay to remember that.
Healing is not a straight line. It’s a spiral, sometimes a loop. You’ll revisit the same pain from different angles until it doesn’t sting as much anymore. That doesn’t mean you’re weak. It means you’re human.
I’ve learned to stop rushing myself through the process. I don’t need to “get over it” on someone else’s timeline. The goal isn't perfection—it's awareness, and compassion toward myself.
So when the bad days come, I remind myself: I am healing, even now. Even in the tears. Even in the relapses. Even when I doubt everything. Growth is happening in the quiet.
I owe myself patience—and I'm learning to give it.
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