06/19/2026
Can I tell you the moment I knew I was truly healing?
It was not a dramatic moment.
It was not a big revelation or a perfect lab result or a sudden surge of energy.
It was a Tuesday morning.
I was standing in my garden. Barefoot in the grass. Warm cup of tea in my hands. Morning sun on my face.
And I felt —
Joy.
Simple, quiet, unexpected joy.
Not the performed joy of someone trying to convince herself she is okay.
Real joy.
The kind that starts in your chest and moves through your whole body.
The kind you had forgotten was possible.
And I stood there in my garden and I cried.
Because I had not felt that in so long.
And because I realized in that moment —
Joy is not something you earn after you feel better.
It is part of how you get there.
It is medicine.
And returning to it — choosing it — even in the smallest ways —
Is one of the most powerful healing practices available to us.
When was the last time you felt that kind of joy?
Tell me in the comments.
I want to celebrate it with you.