Healing is not a straight road. It is not a staircase where each step leads neatly to the next. It’s a forest path — winding, muddy, sometimes disappearing. Some days you’ll feel light pouring through the trees, and other days it will be all shadows. Both are part of the same journey.

It is hard to heal while still living inside the world’s noise — bills, obligations, other people’s moods, the ghosts of old patterns. But who doesn’t experience that? It’s hard when the very people who shaped your pain are still around you. It’s hard when you’re tired and fragile but still expected to function. But difficult is not impossible. And every small act of awareness… Of noticing the pattern  is healing.

I remind myself:

• I cannot fix everything. I cannot rescue everyone. It is not my duty to keep the whole world emotionally safe.
• My fragility is not a flaw; it is proof that I am human and alive.
• Trusting that others are doing their part is not negligence; it is respect.
• My worth is not measured by how well I hold everyone else together.

Today, I release the role of fixer.
Today, I let others carry their own stories.
Today, I choose to stand where I am, as I am, without apologizing for my needs.

I am allowed to be unfinished.
I am allowed to be in process.
I am allowed to be a work of art and a work in progress, at the same time.

I do not walk this path empty-handed. I carry self-compassion, I carry courage, and I carry the love I’ve begun to give myself.

On the days I forget, let this page remind me:
I am healing, even when it feels like standing still.
I am healing, even when it feels like breaking apart.
I am healing, even here, even now.

Amen,
Karin Sabrina