A “path of healing” with distinct stages…

Healing… that word feels heavy. Healing… healing… healing. I don’t even know where to begin with this mess. I’m on a “healing path,” and there’s a lot to untangle. When I lash out—which happens more than I’d like—it comes from a place of old wounds. Old wounds from years of disrespect, broken promises, folks having me fucked up, love that slipped through my fingers, relationships that collapsed, and the general ache of being alive.

My “path of healing” is messy. It means keeping my cool when my anger wants to take over. It means stepping back when I’m fed up with questions. It means dealing with frustration, body image struggles, life stress, and all the emotional debris I’ve collected over the years. It’s not pretty, but it’s real.

And I know this path doesn’t have a finish line. Healing is a cycle—recognizing, forgiving, releasing, and hoping that one day I’ll finally exhale without tension in my chest.

As I move this mess, there are stages to this work. I started in the recognition phase—finally admitting who hurt me and how I passed that hurt along. Now I think I’m in the forgetting phase, or maybe it’s the letting-go phase. Either way, I’m moving.

I will never stop healing. And honestly, that’s okay. It means I’m still growing, still learning, still choosing myself every day.

If you want, I can also shape this into something more poetic, more journal-like, or more fierce. I really don’t care – I just want to HEAL!

MY journey….