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Healing looks different for most people. Healing sometimes looks like saying, “No.” Or it looks like spending your lunch period outside, eyes closed, face turned up towards the sun. Sometimes healing looks like canceling plans. And sometimes healing looks a lot like following through with plans.
Healing is not having to say “Sorry” for your feelings. Because they’re your feelings and they are valid. Healing looks like forgiveness and grace and understanding (or trying your best to understand). Healing sometimes looks like knowing glances across the room. Like putting your phone away. Like deep breaths. Like going to sleep early.
Today, healing looked like going to my therapy appointment even when I didn’t feel like going. Healing looks like showing up. Especially where it matters. And when it matters. And especially for yourself. Can I tell you that showing up will be one of the hardest & messiest things you can do? It is not beautiful or pretty to sit in front of someone and spill your guts and cry and tell those dark parts of yourself that you have hid for so long. But my goodness, is it freeing. So show up for yourself. In the midst of the mess. Show up. And learn to heal.
Patience and Love agreed to meet at a set time and place; beneath the twenty-third tree in the olive orchard. Patience arrived promptly and waited. She checked her watch every so often but still, there was no sign of Love.
Was it the twenty-third tree or the fifty-sixth? She wondered and decided to check, just in case. As she made her way over to the fifty-sixth tree, Love arrived at twenty-three, where Patience was noticeably absent.
Love waited and waited before deciding he must have the wrong tree and perhaps it was another where they were supposed to meet.
Both begin to drift aimlessly around the olive orchard, almost meeting but never do.
Finally, Patience, who was feeling lost and resigned, found herself beneath the same tree where she began. She stood there for barely a minute when there was a tap on her shoulder.
It was Love. “Where were you?” She asked. “I have been searching all my life.” “Stop looking for me,” Love replied, “and I will find you. • Lang Leav • @nickmani