There were times I didn’t wanna get out of bed. No matter how early or late I went to sleep the night before, my spirit didn’t wanna lift.
I started to feel weary although I had everything I wanted and worked hard for, even though blessings were falling in my lap, I still felt stuck.
Everyday if needed, you have to continuously heal yourself. Healing isn’t loud and it doesn’t have a certain look. It’s the ultimate feeling of releasing a burden even if you didn’t know you were holding on to one.
My healing is quiet. Those thoughts and feelings I rather not talk about. Those certain memories I tried to forget.
You have to reach down and fight to break those walls you built many years ago.
My healing is needed for me to let go and grow 🌱