In every healing journey, there are these quiet, almost twilight-like moments — the ones we don’t always put into words. I found myself in one of those spaces lately, wondering why a certain sadness lingered like a soft shadow at the edge of my progress. 🌫️
It wasn’t until I paused and truly listened to my own heart that I realised: I was grieving. Not loudly, not dramatically — just softly grieving for the version of me that didn’t have to carry pain every day. 💔 As my body began to feel better, my mind needed time to process all the what ifs and could-have-beens.
🌱 Healing, I’ve come to learn, isn’t just physical. It’s also about giving ourselves space to feel the feelings we tucked away just to get through. And sometimes, that means letting yourself sit with the grief — even if you can’t name it fully.
If you’re in a delicate space too, you’re not alone. 🤍 Just know that even quiet healing counts. And the simple act of recognising it might just be the most powerful part. ✨