05/02/2026
A Little at a Time 🤍
I didn’t heal all at once.
I healed in pieces.
Last year, I thought I would never feel like myself again.
I wasn’t loud about my pain.
I didn’t have dramatic breakdowns.
I just felt… tired.
Tired of pretending.
Tired of being strong.
Tired of carrying everything alone.
Some days all I could do was cry and pray.
I kept asking God,
“Why am I not better yet?”
But healing didn’t come like a miracle.
It came quietly.
One day I slept a little better.
One day I laughed without forcing it.
One day I said “no” without guilt.
One day I felt peace during prayer.
Nothing big.
Nothing dramatic.
Just small moments.
Little by little, God was restoring me.
Healing didn’t happen in a moment it happened in moments.
And I thank Him for every single one of them.
If you’re healing slowly, don’t rush yourself.
God is working… even now.
