I don’t say these things out loud.
Not because they aren’t real—but because I don’t want to explain them.

Healing isn’t something I arrived at.
It’s something I move through.
Some days gently. Some days resisting it entirely.

There are parts of me that are still holding on.
Not because I don’t know better—
but because letting go feels like erasing proof that it mattered.

This space isn’t about being healed.
It’s about being honest while I’m still becoming.

If you’re here, maybe you’re somewhere in between too.