The beginning of healing is often the hardest part, because it means facing the very things we’ve tried to hide from our pain, our losses, our mistakes, or the broken pieces of ourselves we wish would disappear. To heal means to open wounds that may still sting, to admit that something inside us needs care. This stage is uncomfortable because it feels like standing at the bottom of a mountain, unsure if we’re strong enough to climb. But healing is not about rushing it’s about taking the first small step of honesty and choosing not to stay stuck in silence. On the other hand, the end of healing is not about pretending the past never happened, nor is it about waking up one day with no scars. The end of healing is when the pain no longer defines you, when you can look at what you went through and feel strength instead of weakness. It’s the moment you realize that what once felt like the end of you actually became the making of you. Healing begins with courage, and it ends with peace but the journey in between is where transformation takes root.💋🖤