healing isn’t cute. it’s not aesthetic. or curatable. its not quoting affirmations you don’t believe in yet.

it’s texting a friend “i know i said i was over it. i lied.” it’s crying in the bathroom, washing your face, and going anyway. it’s learning the same lesson five times before it sticks.

its boring. messy. inconvenient. repetitive. and most of the time, it doesn’t even feel like healing. until one day, it does.