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.
post-fire tree trunk with tiny new sprouts emerging, symbol of quiet regeneration.
Photo by Matt Palmer / Unsplash

I see you.

I know what it feels like to live with
the weight of things no one else can see.

To be shaped by pain you didn't choose.
Then blamed for not smiling through it.

But I also know this:
You are not your illness.
You are not the worst thing you've survived.

You're still rolling.
And out here? That's enough.

I used to think healing meant becoming whole again.
Returning to the version of me before the body broke down,
before the diagnoses stacked up,
before survival became the baseline.

But that person is gone.
And trying to resurrect them?...
Just another form of self-abandonment.

What I'm learning instead:
healing doesn't erase what happened.
It reshapes how we carry it.

Some days that looks like getting out of bed
when every joint screams protest.
Some days it's choosing rest without shame.
Some days it's just acknowledging the undeniable
weight of it all it, and without adding the story -
about how you should be over it by now.

The trail taught me this.
Out here, nothing pretends to be other than what it is.

Trees split by lightning don't try to hide the scar.
Rivers don't apologize for carving new paths
when the old ones collapsed.

They just keep going.
Changed, but not broken.
Marked, but still moving.

That's what I'm asking of myself now.
Not perfection. Not the "before" version.
Just the capacity to keep showing up as this version.
Scars and all.

Your healing doesn't need to look like anyone else's.
It doesn't need to be clean, fast, or Instagram-worthy.
It doesn't need to inspire strangers
or prove you've overcome anything.

It just needs to be real.

Real is messy. Real is inconsistent.
Real is three good days followed by a week flat on your back.
Real is holding both grief and gratitude
without resolving the contradiction.

And real? Real is enough.

Out here, the only thing the trail asks
is that you show up.
However you can.
Whatever that looks like today.

You're still here.
You're still rolling.

That counts.

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โ†’ Related: Window Trail
โ†’ Also: When Rest Isn't a Reward

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