Field Notes
These Aren’t Tidy Recovery Stories
They're real-time reflections from the trail. From life lived between breaking and becoming. Fragments from the in-between, where healing zigzags, where presence takes work, where opening a window can feel like summiting something sacred.
Written from trails, windowsills, and raw moments of reckoning, each note carries quiet defiance. This space is for anyone betrayed by their own body, isolated by illness, or worn thin by the myth of "proper" healing.
Healing doesn't erase. It reshapes. And sometimes, just showing up is the most radical thing we can do.
Blackberries & Grace
I wasn’t ready for sweetness. But the trail gave me blackberries, fog, and a moment of grace.
Connection, Not Completion
On the balance between healing work and actually living.
If You're Hurting Too: You're Not What Broke You
You are not your illness. You are not the worst thing you've survived. You're still rolling and out here that's enough.
The Dance of Memory and Mirror
That day on the trail, I discovered I was carrying more than I knew.
Window Trail
Through open glass, soft light, and the quiet decision to let it count.
Grind-Induced Zero Day
Day four hits like a wall. The reality of living fully with chronic illness.
A Season in Bloom
I didn’t always notice the bloom - but now I wait for it like a promise.
The Quiet Return
Six days off trail. No self-blame, no spiral. Just the quiet return.
Loving Yourself Enough
Sleep better, eat better, move more. Keep the fire going.
The Short Loop Wins
Sometimes the smallest acts of motion become our greatest victories.
Fog-Walk Between Worlds
Sometimes healing looks like fog, wind and the quiet choice to keep walking anyway.
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Still Rolling Outdoors is a blog of peer perspectives. Nothing here should be confused with medical or therapy advice. → More on this approach
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