I Didn’t Heal the World. I Healed Mine. And maybe that is how the ripples begin.

For a long time, I thought healing had to mean something enormous.

I thought maybe if I healed deeply enough, I could somehow heal the world.

I don’t know that anymore.

What I do know is this:

My healing healed my world.

It changed the voice inside my own head.
It changed what I tolerate.
It changed the way I love.
It changed the way I experience an ordinary day.

I stopped living in other people’s opinions.

I stopped living entirely in the past.

I stopped waiting for the future to become better than the life I already had.

Healing didn’t give me a perfect existence.

It taught me how to live the one I was already standing in.

Little Jasmine kept walking long enough to get me here.

Now I get to live the life she carried all this way.