30 Days of Radical Honesty Journalling Challenge – Day 26: What Does Healing Actually Feel Like—in My Body, In My Soul, In My Life?

Healing doesn’t feel like I thought it would.

It’s not a grand arrival. Not some glowing milestone where everything is whole and perfect and still. It’s quieter than that. Slower. More fractured. Healing, in my body, feels like noticing tension where I used to ignore it. It feels like unclenching my jaw without realising I was holding it tight. It feels like stretching in the morning and being present enough to feel the stretch.

It feels like softening into discomfort instead of bracing against it. Like offering my body care not as a reward for productivity, but as a given—because I live here. Because I am allowed to rest.

Healing in my soul feels like contradiction. Like I can be proud of how far I’ve come and still ache for what I lost. It feels like carrying grief and gratitude in the same breath. It feels like no longer needing every wound to make sense. Some things happened. Some things hurt. And I don’t need to alchemize them into purpose anymore. I can just let them be, and let me be.

In my life, healing feels like boundaries. Like saying no and not needing to explain it. It feels like not replying to a text right away and not spiralling with guilt. Like walking into a room and not scanning for danger, just existing. Just being.

It feels like presence. Like laughing deeply. Like wanting to be here.

It feels like waking up in a life I am building for myself, with people who see me, love me, and stay. It feels like letting go of the old narratives—the ones that whispered I was too much or not enough—and replacing them with silence. Peaceful silence. A space where I get to decide what comes next.

Healing is not a finish line.
It’s a rhythm. A return. A remembering.

And I am still learning the dance.

Peace, Love, and Inspiration,
~Britt Wolfe💚