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Healing, Slowly

 Healing doesn't actually arrive the way we imagine it will.


It isn't a moment of clarity or a sudden sense of relief. More often, it comes quietly... in small shifts you don't notice right away. A little less tension in your shoulders. A pause before reacting. A softening where something once felt tight.


Healing like this doesn't erase what hurt. 

It makes room around it.


After deep pain, there's often a expectation to move on... to understand it, reframe it, grow from it. But, healing doesn't respond well to pressure. (Trust me!) It doesn't speed up when we tell ourselves we should be further along by now. 


What I'm learning is that healing begins long before it looks like progress. 


It starts with allowing yourself to rest without explaining why. With choosing gentleness even when you don't feel strong. With letting the ache exist without asking it to teach you something yet. 


There's a quiet courage in not rushing past your own pain. In staying present long enough to notice what feels steadier, even if it's subtle. Healing isn't loud. It doesn't announce itself. Sometimes it only shows up in what you can carry a little more easily than before. 


This kind of healing doesn't demand closure. 

It doesn't require forgiveness or understanding to be valid. 

It simply asks for time. 


Some wounds don't disappear. They soften.

And sometimes, that softening is enough to begin again... carefully, honestly, and at your own pace. 


Whatever healing looks like right now, it doesn't need to be impressive. 

It only needs to be real.


- Brandi

Writing from the broken porch

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