Healing

Healing isn’t a straight line. There’s no perfect checklist or timeline for how it’s supposed to go — and honestly, I think that’s the point.

For me, healing has meant learning to sit with myself. To find calm. To feel things without letting them take over. To stay grounded, but not shut down. And most of all, to stay true to who I am — even when everything around me has changed.

My healing hasn’t been neat or predictable. It’s been messy, emotional, and full of unexpected detours. And that’s what I write about here. These blog entries aren’t in any particular order. They’re not some expert’s guide. They’re just the thoughts and lessons I’ve picked up along the way — sometimes revisiting the same topics again and again because, well, that’s real life.

Some things I write about happened while I was still trying to save a relationship that was slipping through my fingers. Other pieces came later, after it ended. And some of the most meaningful insights came months down the line, when I thought I’d already moved on — and realised I hadn’t.

Grief has a way of cracking you wide open. It digs up old wounds and holds them right in front of you. And even though that can bring you to your knees, sometimes that’s where the light gets in. In the darkest moments, we can actually see more clearly. When you’ve hit the bottom, at least you know which way is up.

It took the hardest heartbreak of my life to learn these things. But I’ve come out the other side calmer. Stronger. A little wiser. And a lot more understanding — of myself, and of what it means to keep going.