💬 Choosing Courage Over Perfection ✨

There was a time when I believed healing had to be pretty. 🌸

That growth meant neat journal pages, flawless words, and the right answer on the first try. I thought if I could just get it “right,” I’d finally be worthy of love, of rest, of peace.

But that was never the truth.

Healing has looked more like standing barefoot in the middle of my mess, deciding to stay anyway. Choosing to speak even when my voice trembles. Choosing to write even when the page mocks me with its blankness. Choosing to tell the truth—first to myself, then to someone safe.

I used to chase perfection like it was the proof I’d earned grace. Now I know: grace showed up when I stopped running. 🙏

Courage is what I choose instead. Courage that says, “This version of me is still becoming.”Courage that admits I still binge sometimes. I still hesitate. Courage that writes the hard scenes anyway.Courage that lets go of the sentence that sounded smarter but felt less true. 🖊️

Every time I trade perfection for presence, I come home to myself a little more. 🏡

So if you’re in the middle of it—grieving, starting again, writing, relapsing, rewriting—know this: courage isn’t loud.

Sometimes, it’s just a whisper: “I’m still here.” 💬

And that’s enough. ❤️