In the Quiet, We Heal
There’s a kind of healing that doesn’t make noise.
It doesn’t announce itself or ask for attention.
It happens slowly gently like sunlight creeping through the curtains
after a long night.
This healing doesn’t always look brave.
Sometimes it looks like not replying.
Sometimes it’s crying in the shower, holding your own hands when
no one else can.
Sometimes it’s sitting in silence with the ache, not trying to fix it just
allowing it to exist.
It’s in the deep breaths you didn’t
know you needed.
The moments you finally unclench your jaw.
The softness you offer yourself after years of being too hard.
Healing isn't always loud or bright or seen.
Sometimes, it's just surviving the day.
Choosing rest over productivity.
Choosing peace over proving yourself.
Choosing to listen to your body when it whispers: I need a moment.
The world celebrates the comeback stories, the glow-ups, the loud declarations of I’m better now.
But this?
This quiet return to self
this is sacred, too.
You are allowed to move slowly.
To not be okay.
To say no.
To not explain.
You are allowed to take time real timeto find your way back home to yourself.
Because in the quiet, we heal.
Not all at once.
But moment by moment.
Choice by choice.
Breath by breath.
So if today you are still tender,
still tired, still trying
you are not behind.
You are not broken.
You are healing.
And that’s enough.
Let the world spin without
you if it needs to.
Let yourself be still.
Let the quiet hold you.
Let it speak what words cannot.
In the quiet, we heal.
And you, dear heart, are
healing even now....
Heartless purple heart
There’s a kind of healing that doesn’t make noise.
It doesn’t announce itself or ask for attention.
It happens slowly gently like sunlight creeping through the curtains
after a long night.
This healing doesn’t always look brave.
Sometimes it looks like not replying.
Sometimes it’s crying in the shower, holding your own hands when
no one else can.
Sometimes it’s sitting in silence with the ache, not trying to fix it just
allowing it to exist.
It’s in the deep breaths you didn’t
know you needed.
The moments you finally unclench your jaw.
The softness you offer yourself after years of being too hard.
Healing isn't always loud or bright or seen.
Sometimes, it's just surviving the day.
Choosing rest over productivity.
Choosing peace over proving yourself.
Choosing to listen to your body when it whispers: I need a moment.
The world celebrates the comeback stories, the glow-ups, the loud declarations of I’m better now.
But this?
This quiet return to self
this is sacred, too.
You are allowed to move slowly.
To not be okay.
To say no.
To not explain.
You are allowed to take time real timeto find your way back home to yourself.
Because in the quiet, we heal.
Not all at once.
But moment by moment.
Choice by choice.
Breath by breath.
So if today you are still tender,
still tired, still trying
you are not behind.
You are not broken.
You are healing.
And that’s enough.
Let the world spin without
you if it needs to.
Let yourself be still.
Let the quiet hold you.
Let it speak what words cannot.
In the quiet, we heal.
And you, dear heart, are
healing even now....
Heartless purple heart
padika time illa
