AnchoredInHisGrace

The Fight Was Messy

Healing wasn’t a straight line. Some days I made progress, other days I collapsed. I cried in the car. I prayed at 2 a.m. I wrote letters I never sent. I screamed into pillows. I forgave people who weren’t sorry and grieved things I never got to have.

But through the mess, something beautiful was unfolding — me.

Each breakdown was breaking ground. Each step, no matter how small, was sacred. I was learning to breathe again… to trust again… to believe that joy wasn’t just possible — it was mine to claim.