I WANT TO HEAL

I heal. Not to be whole, but to be honest in the cracks. Questions live in my blood— the ones no one answered, the ones I was too afraid to ask. I stumble. I fall. I stay there long enough to hear what my mistakes are teaching me. I rise. Tender. Bruised. But awake. Let them see: it is holy to break, to fail, to sit in the dark and still reach for light. Courage is quiet. Courage is messy. Courage is knowing you don’t have all the answers and moving forward anyway. Pass this on: to mess up is not sin, to learn is not weakness, and to rise again is everything.