Is It Time To Force Yourself Into Your Healing Season?

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Okay, can I keep it real?

If I said I took on my healing season headfirst…

I’d be lying like a mofo.

And if I told you that one day you’re gonna just wake up magically healed from everything you’ve experienced, done, or survived in life?

You could go ahead and call me a liar twice.

Because healing?

It doesn’t arrive in your inbox with a bow on it.

It shows up when your life gets too loud to ignore, when your emotions start spilling out in all the wrong places, and when you realize you’ve been functioning… but you haven’t really been living.

Scabs never heal if you keep breaking them open.

And that’s what I realized I’d been doing — emotionally, spiritually, even physically.

Every time I revisited the past, re-entertained someone who hurt me, or replayed old stories in my head,

I wasn’t healing.

I was picking at the pain, hoping it would somehow disappear…

instead of giving it time, space, and peace to actually scab over and close.

Healing is uncomfortable.

But so is being stuck.

✨ The Last Year Taught Me Some Things…

In just the past year, I’ve lived a whole life:

• I was married and divorced.

• I kept showing up as a full-time mom.

• I tried to juggle multiple businesses, side hustles, and dreams.

• I mismanaged money, managed to still make things shake, and bounced back more than once.

• I had a situationship or two that taught me everything I don’t want.

And in every single category — whether the outcome was beautiful or heartbreaking —

I bottled it up.

Labeled it “I’m good.”

Told myself “It’s fine.”

But the truth is:

I was fighting myself.

Trying to outwork the sadness.

Trying to outrun the loneliness.

Trying to keep smiling when all I really wanted was to scream, cry, and just sit the hell down for a minute.

In bed early to end the day faster, but staying up all night running from my own mind.

🦋 Why I Finally Gave Myself Permission to Heal

Because pretending is pretty exhausting, and to be honest it doesn’t matter how big your smile is, people who know you well can see straight through it.

Because sex wasn’t fixing my sadness. If anything, it makes you sadder when there is no positive resolution at the end of wet bed sheets.

Because the strength mask started feeling like a weight.

Because I was tired of being everything to everyone except myself. Pouring from an empty glass is probably the most exhausting thing you can do.

I had to unlearn the idea that healing makes you weak.

I had to stop glorifying the grind and start glorifying peace.

I had to admit that rest wasn’t the reward — it was the requirement.

And that healing doesn’t mean every day is easy.

It means that even when it’s hard, you choose YOU.

Over and over again.

💬 Final Word from Auntie Lo

So no — I didn’t walk boldly into my healing season.

I crawled.

I cried.

I resisted it.

I got distracted by things that felt good but weren’t good for me.

But eventually… I surrendered.

And now?

I’m healing out loud.

Softly. Slowly.

With shaky hands and a hopeful heart.

And I hope you give yourself permission to do the same.

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