There’s a kind of silence that comes with healing alone; the kind where you learn to talk yourself through long nights and remind yourself that you’re doing fine, even when you’re not.

For a while now, I’ve been walking this road of healing by myself. I’ve made progress; slow, quiet progress but there are moments I still wonder what it would feel like to be loved while I’m healing. Not after, not when everything’s perfect… but right in the middle of it.

I’ve never really had that.
I’ve had people who wanted the “strong” version of me, the version that had it all together. But not many have stayed to see the parts that still tremble, the ones learning to trust again, to breathe again.

Sometimes I imagine what it would be like someone who doesn’t see my scars as baggage, but as proof that I’ve survived. Someone patient enough to sit in the silence with me and remind me that healing doesn’t have to mean being alone.

Maybe love during healing isn’t about fixing each other. Maybe it’s just about holding space, gently, while both hearts rebuild.

I don’t know… maybe I just haven’t met that kind of love yet.
But I’d like to.

💭 What about you? Have you ever been loved while you were still healing — or are you still waiting for that too?
💬 If you’re in love while still healing, how’s that journey been for you?