Healing Ain’t Pretty

They don't tell you

That healing feels like hell

Before it feels like freedom

Healing ain't pretty

It's not Instagram-worthy

It's not just journaling and green smoothies

It's sleepless nights

Where you stare at the ceiling

Wondering if growth is supposed to feel this Lonely

It's crying mid-text

Because you almost hit send to someone

You had to block

For the sake of your soul

It's walking away

With shaky legs

But a steady heart

Healing ain't pretty

But it's real

It's messy

It's sacred

And it's mine

I've screamed into pillows

So no one would hear me fall apart

I've forgiven people

Who never apologized

I've mothered my inner child

While still raising my real ones

I've wanted to go back

Just for the comfort

But I stayed gone

For the healing

I've lost friends

Lost lovers

Lost pieces of the girl I used to be

But I found me

In the rubble

This journey is not linear

Some days I glow

Some days I grieve

Some days I'm HER

Some days I'm hurting

But every day

I choose myself

Again

And again

And again

Healing ain't pretty

But it's worth it

It's real

It's sacred

It's mine

If you're in it right now

Don't rush

Don't fake it

Let it be ugly

Let it be honest

Because even the messiest healing

Is still holy