I'm a plant Mom again. I didn't realize I was sensitive about it until I sent one of my relatives pictures of my plants. She didn't say anything. :-
I’m a plant Mom again. I didn’t realize I was sensitive about it until I sent one of my relatives pictures of my plants.
She didn’t say anything. đ I got in my feelings.
“I comment on pictures and videos of her child”. đ„ đÂ
So yes. I’m a plant Mom again and I am sensitive about my children.Â
Healing is not a checklist.
Itâs not a five-step plan.
Itâs not something you finish like folding laundry or writing a paper.
Healing is a garden.
And gardens donât bloom just because you want them to.
They bloom because you return to themâagain and againâwith tenderness, patience, and faith.
đ± In the Beginning…
When you first begin to heal, it may look like nothing is happening.
It may feel like everything is getting worse.
Thatâs because healing often begins undergroundâin the dark, messy soil where roots are forming.
Youâre not behind.
Youâre not failing.
You are preparing the ground.
Sometimes, the act of surviving scorches the earth.
What was planted long agoâyour joy, your boundaries, your dreamsâmay have been trampled or uprooted.
But healing is when you return with new seeds.
You say: âThis time, I plant for me.â
đŒ You Donât Have to Bloom Every Day
Some days you will grow.
Some days you will rest.
Some days you will just sit in the dirt and breathe.
That, too, is healing.
Rain will come. Some storms youâll expect. Some will knock you flat.
But little by little, what you planted will rise again.
Not because the weather changedâ
but because you did.
đ» The Signs Are Quiet but Real
Youâll know youâre healing when:
You say ânoâ and donât explain.
You rest without guilt.
You remember what you survived and choose to love yourself anyway.
You stop chasing people who keep uprooting your peace.
You protect your own softness like something holy.
Healing is not perfect.
It is sacred.
It is a relationship between your past, your present, and the future youâre still learning to believe in.
đ A Word to the Woman in Her Winter
If youâre in a season where nothing feels like itâs growing, please donât despair.
Even winter is part of the garden.
Stillness is not failure.
Dormancy is not death.
You are resting for a reason.
And when you are readyâwhen your time comesâ
you will rise.
đ· Affirmations for the Healing Journey
I do not have to rush what is sacred.
I am growing even when no one sees it.
I am not brokenâI am becoming.
I am allowed to rest in the middle of my becoming.
I trust the garden of me to bloom in its time.
Healing is not a place I arrive at. It is a life I build.
You, dear Survivor, are the soil, the seed, the sun, and the storm.
You are not behind.
You are becoming.
You are blooming.