Healing is supposed to be the good part. The direction you want to be going. But the experience of it is often messier and less linear than the narrative suggests. You're not always further along than last month. Sometimes you're worse. Sometimes something you thought you'd moved through returns in a slightly different form.

The pressure to be healing correctly — to show progress, to arrive at acceptance, to not still be affected by things that happened a long time ago — is its own additional weight.

Anonymous thoughts about healing posted here don't need to show progress. The honest account of wherever you actually are in the process is what this place is for.