Healing looks good on Instagram.Cute quotes. Yoga mats. Self-care Sundays.But real healing? The kind that shakes your soul and rewires your brain? It's not pretty. It's painful. It's private. It's war.Nobody talks about the part where healing feels like breaking all over again.Where getting better actually hurts more than being numb.I thought healing meant peace.I was wrong.Healing meant facing everything I had been running from—every memory, every betrayal, every moment I had buried. And when it all came rushing back, I didn't feel peace. I felt rage. I felt sadness so deep I couldn't speak. I felt tired of pretending.There were nights I broke down mid-prayer. Days I couldn't even get out of bed. I hated how long it was taking. I hated that it wasn't linear. One day I'd feel strong. The next day, I was shattered all over again.Nobody warns you that healing is mess
It's crying in the shower so no one hears you.
It's avoiding people you used to love.
It's saying "no" even when your voice shakes.
It's unfollowing people who remind you of your past.
It's rebuilding your self-worth brick by painful brick.
It's choosing not to answer a toxic message.
It's walking away from comfort and into the unknown.
It's holding yourself when no one else will.
It's growing—quietly, slowly, but constantly.Healing isn't a glow-up. It's a break-down and a build-back.It's not cute. It's courageous.And guess what? No one claps for you.No one sees the work you're doing at 2am with puffy eyes and a tired heart. But you still do it. Because you're tired of carrying the pain. You're tired of being everyone's version of you except your own.You heal—not to prove anything. Not to post about it.You heal because you're finally ready to meet the real you underneath all the layers life forced on you.And that person?That person is worth everything it takes to get there.