In solitude, we learn to love ourselves, not just the polished parts, but the messy ones too.
Healing is not a straight line; it’s a journey, full of curves and pauses. We are everything: the joy and the sadness, the anger and the love. Every emotion that rises in us is simply energy moving through, like waves rolling in, like clouds drifting across the sky.
And through it all, we can breathe. Just breathe. Inhale, and let life fill you. Exhale, and feel the relief that comes with release.
With each breath, know this: life keeps unfolding, and it gets better, moment by moment.
