The excuse to heal

Some days, the weight is quieter. Other days, it grabs you by the shoulders the moment your feet hit the floor. That’s the thing about grief, stress, trauma—they don’t follow a schedule, and they sure as hell don’t wait for you to be ready. What I’ve come to realize is that healing doesn’t always look like sitting down and “processing.” Sometimes, healing shows up when you least expect it—out on a muddy trail with your kid, eating ice cream in the...