Self-Healing

Mira used to think healing meant forgetting. So she buried her pain — under smiles, under busy days, under “I’m fine.”

But pain is stubborn. It waits. It whispers in quiet rooms and lingers in unfinished dreams.

One evening, sitting by the window with rain tapping gently against the glass, Mira finally stopped running. She let the tears fall, each one carrying a memory she once refused to touch.

She wrote a letter — not to anyone else, but to herself. “I forgive you,” she wrote. “For believing you had to be perfect to be loved. For thinking broken meant unworthy.”

The rain slowed, the sky softened. She exhaled.

Healing didn’t arrive with grand gestures. It came in small moments — a cup of tea, a kind word, a quiet breath.

It wasn’t about becoming the old Mira again. It was about meeting the new one — gentler, wiser, whole.

Moral: Healing begins the moment you stop hiding your hurt and start holding it with love.

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