Healing Is a Superpower

 

I used to think strength was about how much pain you could carry.
How many nights could you cry and still show up the next day with a smile?
How long could you stay quiet without asking for help?

That’s what I believed… until everything broke.

It was a quiet breaking—no loud crashes, no dramatic scenes.
Just a slow fading.
Of energy.
Of hope.
Of me.

I remember waking up one morning and not recognizing the person in the mirror.
I looked fine. But I wasn’t.
I was tired of pretending.
Tired of hurting.
Tired of being “strong.”

So for the first time, I did something terrifying.
I let myself feel.
The pain.
The confusion.
The grief of everything I had buried just to survive.

I cried in the shower.
Wrote letters I never sent.
Sat with silence instead of distractions.

And slowly, very slowly, I started healing.

Not the dramatic, movie kind of healing.
But the quiet kind—
That looks like forgiving yourself for not knowing better.
That feels like saying “no” without guilt.
That sounds like laughter after months of numbness.

Healing is hard.
It’s messy.
It’s not a straight path.
But it’s powerful.
Because it gives you back.

One day, I realized:
This—this gentleness, this courage to keep going, this choice to try again—
It’s a superpower.

And not everyone will understand it.
That’s okay.

Because I do.

And maybe, just maybe, someone reading this will remember:
You’re not weak for breaking.
You’re strong for healing.
And that—
That is your superpower. 💫