Healing doesn’t always announce itself with fireworks.

Sometimes it whispers.

In the quietest way possible, I realized I was healing—because it didn’t hurt as much. I didn’t check her page. I didn’t replay the fight. I didn’t reach for a drink. I didn’t want her to come back.

This episode marks the beginning of a new chapter—where peace comes in stillness, and strength shows up in softness.

Through vivid reflection and scripture, I explore what it means to finally wake up and not feel consumed by grief, manipulation, or resentment.

I’m not healed yet. But I’m no longer bleeding.

This is the slow return. And it starts with one morning of unexpected peace.