😅🩹 The Sacred Mess of Real Healing

 Real healing doesn’t look like a yoga pose with ocean waves in the background.

It looks like a kitchen floor, tears in your cereal, ignoring messages, and wondering why your “inner child” still wants snacks and revenge in the same hour.

Healing is not aesthetic.
It’s not peaceful.
And it’s definitely not linear.

Sometimes it’s beautiful.
But most days, it’s just messy.

When healing looks like postmen, projections, and mood tea.

🧽 What They Don’t Show You

They don’t show you the grief that comes after the breakthrough.
The confusion that comes before the clarity.
The silence of people falling away.
The guilt of not being able to carry others anymore.

And they definitely don’t show you the hour you just spent Googling:
"Is crying in the shower while eating pickles a trauma response or just my moon phase?"

Real healing is sacred because it breaks what you were never meant to keep holding.

💡 And Still...

You rise.
Not with glitter.
But with presence.

You clean one spoon.
You feel one emotion.
You send one honest message.

That is healing too.
You don’t owe anyone a polished version of your process, not even yourself.

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~ HingsLotus 😅🌿