u/kritzermak

Healing isn't this clean process of becoming someone new.

It is the raw, shaking moment you realize you are running from yourself. Running from the silence. From the grief.

You want to know what healing looks like? It’s sitting with the ache instead of performing over it.

It’s not needing to explain your sadness to people who never asked how you really are. It’s no longer decorating your wounds just to make your pain more understandable for others. And when you stop running you don’t become someone else.

You come home. To the parts of you that have been waiting for you to finally choose you.

Healing isn't this clean process of becoming someone new.

It is the raw, shaking moment you realize you are running from yourself. Running from the silence. From the grief.

You want to know what healing looks like? It’s sitting with the ache instead of performing over it.

It’s not needing to explain your sadness to people who never asked how you really are. It’s no longer decorating your wounds just to make your pain more understandable for others. And when you stop running you don’t become someone else.

You come home. To the parts of you that have been waiting for you to finally choose you.

Healing isn't this clean process of becoming someone new.

It is the raw, shaking moment you realize you are running from yourself. Running from the silence. From the grief.

You want to know what healing looks like? It’s sitting with the ache instead of performing over it.

It’s not needing to explain your sadness to people who never asked how you really are. It’s no longer decorating your wounds just to make your pain more understandable for others. And when you stop running you don’t become someone else.

You come home. To the parts of you that have been waiting for you to finally choose you.

I relapsed and she kicked me out and cut me off… then she brought me back in for sex and then ghosted me again ?

Research it!!!

Healing isn't this clean process of becoming someone new.

It is the raw, shaking moment you realize you are running from yourself. Running from the silence. From the grief.

You want to know what healing looks like? It’s sitting with the ache instead of performing over it.

It’s not needing to explain your sadness to people who never asked how you really are. It’s no longer decorating your wounds just to make your pain more understandable for others. And when you stop running you don’t become someone else.

You come home. To the parts of you that have been waiting for you to finally choose you.

My 5 month old cat escaped out lastnight. She learned how to move the screen. Im looking for advice on how to search for here? I live on the main drag of a small town. I’m so sad and worried. I think she might be in heat now that I think j about her behavior lately