Healing is a decision. Not a perfect one-time vow, but a series of soul-level yeses. Yes to seeing the pain. Yes to grieving the lost years. Yes to becoming again.
The decision to heal is holy. It is sacred rebellion. It is choosing to rise when everything in your body says stay hidden.
You don’t have to know all the steps. You only need to take one. And then another. And then another. With each step, I walk beside you.
Say aloud: “I choose to heal. I choose to remember. I choose to come home to Myself.”