The ordinary moments of healing.

 


On Sunday night, I was awake, unable to sleep in doubts about this project. "What am I thinking?!" "I won't be able to do this!" "What if I don't have anything to say?" "What if my mental health gets really bad and I can't write anything?"

On Monday, I spent some time at Starbucks, trying to write something. Nothing. I came home, tried the same thing. Nothing.

I went to clean the boy's bathroom instead. Sometimes clearing my head and not thinking about it helps.

Healing is...

That was the little whisper in my soul while cleaning the restroom.

Healing is so complex, unique and different for everyone. Difficult and painfully slow. It's also the little things, the little accomplishments that seem insignificant but are actually big.

I believe that if I am able to find the answer to the question, 'what is healing,' in the ordinary little things of daily life, the rest will follow. Including my own healing.

Here,

Paty ♥

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