The Worst Part About Healing

 Hey brave soul ✨

The worst part about healing… is realizing your own family isn’t the safe place you can cry to.
That the people you thought would hold you, listen to you, and love you through your pain… sometimes can’t. Or won’t.

It’s a grief of its own — mourning the safety you deserved but never received.
And it hits deep, because healing asks you to be vulnerable… yet not everyone is a safe witness for your tears.

You start to notice the silence where comfort should have been.
You feel the absence in moments when you needed someone to simply say, “I’m here.”
And it hurts in a way that’s hard to put into words.

But here’s the truth — your healing is still sacred, even if it happens in the quiet corners of your own room.
You learn to create your own safe space.
You learn that family can be chosen — found in friends, in kind strangers, and in communities that see and celebrate your growth.
And you learn that protecting your peace sometimes means loving from a distance.

If you’re reading this, know that we are that safe space.
Here, you can cry without judgment, speak without fear, and be exactly who you are without apology.
Your feelings are valid. Your story matters. And you are not alone in this.

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