maheydaisy

Healing is often misunderstood. We imagine it as a big moment — a day when everything suddenly makes sense, when pain disappears, when life feels perfect again. But real healing rarely looks like that. For me, healing began quietly. Not on a special day. Not after a big success or emotional breakthrough. It began on an ordinary morning. I woke up without energy, but also without panic. There was no rush in my mind. No heavy thoughts waiting for me the moment I opened my eyes. Nothing magical had happened. Yet something felt different. For a long time, my mornings were difficult. I would wake up already tired, already worried, already thinking about everything that could go wrong. Even before the day started, I felt behind. That morning was not joyful. But it was calm. And that calm mattered more than happiness ever did. I realized that healing doesn’t always make life better. Sometimes, it simply makes life quieter. You stop fighting every thought. You stop e...