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To Anyone who is healing but does not feel like it
Everyone talks about healing like it’s a scene from a film.
Healing might not be just overpriced iced coffees and self-care routines, it is also sitting alone, thinking about the same thing repeatedly until you start contemplating if you’re healing or just used to the numbness.
Healing is not always beautiful; it is bland, too.
You’re going to miss the drama, the high from confronting toxic situations, the satisfaction of fixing people by self-sabotaging yourself.
I hate the fact that self-improvement is marketed as a lifestyle through aesthetic vlogs and five-step skin-care routines because what works for me might not work for others.
We should not have to do the same things to validate our healing journeys.
Healing does not come with routines. it is not obvious.
It is happening in the micro-moments that we fail to notice; not texting them back. crying yourself to sleep, yet going to work the next day. forbidding yourself from oversharing. learning to do things alone. willing to survive the embarrassment.
Just because some of these things are not shareable or relatable, does not mean they are irrelevant.
A glamourized version of healing makes people think like they’re doing it wrong; it takes an awful lot of work.
And that work is ugly, exhausting, and painfully quiet.
You need to stop selling your healing, like your mental health is a commodity.
If your healing looks like crying over a mid-ass pizza wearing shorts, it is still healing.
