Lost In The Labyrinth Of My Mind


 


Wow Okay Healing Is… A Lot


Honestly? Healing feels like stepping outside and immediately getting blinded by the sun.


I’m like “can I get a minute??”


But I guess feeling raw just means I’m actually feeling again.


Which is kinda cool… kinda terrifying… 10/10 confusing.


 Fear Still Shows Up (Embarrassing but True)


Every time something good happens I’m like:


“Okay… what’s the plot twist?”


Trauma really said trust issues.


But I’m learning fear doesn’t automatically equal danger.


Sometimes it’s just my brain being dramatic.


 Me? Enjoying Peace? Absolutely Not


The way I can be chilling on a perfectly calm day and STILL think something’s about to explode…


It’s talent at this point.


But I’m practicing letting good moments be good.


No overthinking. No catastrophizing. Just vibes.


 Healing Is Literally a Maze and I Forgot My GPS


Listen, if healing is a straight line, then I am absolutely on the wrong road.


Mine is more like:


→ turn left


→ whoops dead end


→ spiral a little


→ try again


But hey, movement is movement.


 Trying Not to Run From Good Things Anymore


Every time I feel something nice I’m like “oh no.”


Not “oh yay.”


“oh NO.”


But I’m trying to let softness stay instead of pushing it away.


Baby steps. Tiny steps. Barely-visible steps.


But still steps.

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