A Healing Declaration

They say the body remembers what the mind tries to forget.

And mine …

It remembers everything.

The slammed doors. The silence louder that any scream. The walking on eggshells. The pretending. The survival.

I was a child learning to read chaos like a second language. Learning how to shrink, shape-shift, stay small, just to feel safe.

But I grew. And the ache grew with me.

Then came the middle- The in-between where everything hurt and nothing made sense. Where I questioned every step, doubted every yes. Where I grieved the childhood, I deserved. And yet … I kept walking

Because something deep with me whispered ” You were never meant to stay in survival mode”

And now? Now I see glimpses of peace and don’t flinch. I speak and don’t apologize. I cry and don’t collapse. I rest and don’t explain.

Healing is not easy. But neither was surviving. And still …

We are here. Like Morpheus telling Zion … after years of being hunted by fear, shame, and the ghosts of the past. We rise and say:

” We are still here”

Not broken. Becoming.

~Serenity