Growing Around the Wound

Not all things heal clean. Some wounds stay. Some change shape. Some become terrain.

I spent years trying to make the pain disappear, like healing was a math problem and I was just missing the right formula. But it didn't work that way.

The body keeps score, sure. But it also keeps memory, rhythm, resistance.

Then I saw a tree split by lightning, hollow at the center, still alive. Still leafing. Still reaching toward the sun.

It hadn't healed over. It had grown around the damage.

That's what I want now. To grow around it.
To adapt without abandoning myself. To stop chasing who I was and start choosing expansion.

My pain is real. So is my life.

Maybe I'll never be whole the way I was. But I'm still alive in this body.
And like that tree, I can still stretch toward light.

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*Peer reflection, not therapy advice. Your healing journey is uniquely yours.*