If going through hard times is called suffering, then why is healing considered different? Healing breaks you into as many pieces as possible, each one echoing in your ear, “You have lost so much,” before falling down to the ground—their twinkling reflection dancing in your eyes as they are put to the flame of destruction. And even though you might have lost the urge to pick yourself up, you remind yourself that it is worth it. Treating yourself the way you always deserved, without any regrets, is worth it. Not picking up the shattered pieces to build unhealthy coping mechanisms that not only destroy you but also endeavor to creatively embrace you with affirmations you were dying to take a sip of—“You matter. You matter. You are beautiful. You are-” is indeed worth it. I know why they say that healing changes you—not in a way that alters who you are as a person, but in a way that makes you unafraid of being your broken self. And that, my friends, is the bravest thing to do.

Unhealthy coping mechanisms create a delusional world where you are fully aware that they are unhealthy for you, but you cannot bring yourself to stop practicing them because they have mastered the art of delivering the words you need to hear to survive, as I mentioned before: “You are worth living, keep doing it.” That is, until the healing phase transforms that phrase into: “It is worth not giving a damn about the things or people that tell you doing something particular will elevate your worth in this world. Not picking up those losers again is worth it.” It's beautiful how the healing phase distinguishes between you and the losers, allowing you to understand that they do not define you. They were just demons created by your mind because your nervous system was messed up, and all you could do was believe in their lies while neglecting the real, hideous issues. You simply weren't mature enough to understand or come up with actual solutions. “It’s okay. It’s okay. You did fine, sweetie,” are the words I tell myself today, and I receive back the energy from my inner self that I can multiply into more positivity every day. You see, positivity is not about avoiding negative feelings. It’s when you’re stuck in a pool of mud, but instead of giving in, you cry your eyes out—not because you think it’s the end, but because you know it hurts and you’re letting yourself feel that. Eventually, you take it slowly and make the most of that situation because you understand that you are not alone, and you are not the only one who is depressed or crippled with anxiety. Many people are going through it. And bravo! You’ll realize that you have actually begun to move. This is the power of being patient and kind to yourself.

I don’t like how it’s becoming more and more philosophical, so I’ll stop for today.

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