Sometimes numbness is mercy for a season. It lets us survive what our hearts aren’t ready to feel all at once.
And then one day the numbness leaves.
And fuck, it hurts.
But those tears mean your heart is still alive. You’re feeling what mattered, what was lost, what wounded you, and maybe even things you’ve carried far longer than you realized.
Don’t apologize for the tears. Don’t rush them. Don’t think you have to be strong enough to make them stop.
Sometimes healing doesn’t feel like healing.
Sometimes healing feels like finally being able to hurt.
