Sacred Reflection: Healing Doesn’t Come Through Another

To the woman who tried to heal through love,

You were so close. You could feel the edges of peace brushing against your life. You thought: maybe this time, maybe he is the medicine.

You weren’t wrong for hoping. You weren’t foolish for believing. But healing doesn’t come through someone else’s arms. Not even gentle ones.

Healing comes when you stop bleeding to make someone else whole.

You were never unworthy of love—you were just surrounded by people who didn’t know how to offer it cleanly.

He saw your light. But your light is not a rescue mission.

You don’t need to prove you’re lovable by enduring more pain. You don’t need to stay when staying costs your soul. Love isn’t meant to be a bandage on a wound you didn’t cause.

You’re not here to heal others as a substitute for healing yourself.

And now—you know. You know what love feels like and what it doesn’t. You know who you are without their chaos. And best of all, you’re still here—still sacred, still whole, still rising.

Your healing is yours now.

You can let go.