06/09/2026
For a long time, I thought healing was a destination.
A place I’d eventually arrive once I had enough insight, enough discipline, enough confidence, enough self-improvement.
But over the years, my understanding of healing has changed.
Less fixing.
More curiosity.
Less perfection.
More participation.
Less asking, “What’s wrong with me?”
More asking, “What’s possible from here?”
Turns out many of the things I thought would heal me were actually attempts to avoid discomfort.
The things that truly helped often required me to move through it.
What did you think would heal you that ultimately didn’t?