I’m learning that waiting until I feel ready just keeps me stuck. I wasn’t “ready” to start healing, I wasn’t “ready” to choose myself, and honestly? I wasn’t even “ready” to build Peace in Progress.
But I did it anyway.
Sometimes the next step isn’t about confidence — it’s about courage that feels like trembling.If there’s something on your heart, don’t wait for perfect.Move with what you have.
You’ll grow into the rest.
Today feels heavy, but it’s the kind of weight that matters. For the first time in a long time, the thoughts I shoved into corners of my mind are coming out. The memories of mistakes, the people I hurt, the moments I wish I could undo, I’m facing them.
It’s uncomfortable. It’s raw. And yet, I feel a strange relief in naming it all. I’m learning that healing isn’t about forgetting or erasing the past. It’s about understanding, forgiving, and showing compassion to the parts of myself I once ran from.
I don’t have it all figured out, and that’s okay. Today, unboxing these hidden pieces feels like the beginning of peace.
I had a moment today where something tiny set off a big feeling — and old guilt came back. My first instinct was, “Why am I still like this?” But then I caught myself.
Healing isn’t about never getting triggered again. It’s about the new way you respond.
Maybe your voice shakes now, but before you didn’t have a voice at all. Maybe you feel the fear, but you don’t abandon yourself like you used to.
That counts. It all counts.
I’ve been practicing choosing myself in small ways lately, saying no, taking space, honoring what I feel.
It still feels “wrong” sometimes.
And that’s exactly how I know I’m healing. When you grow up in places where your needs were called “too much,” choosing yourself feels like breaking a rule.
But here’s the truth I wish someone told us earlier: choosing yourself isn’t betrayal. It’s coming home.
Not all strength roars. Sometimes it’s choosing yourself in moments where you were taught not to.
– Clio Harlow
Triggers are not failures. They are reminders that you’re still alive, still learning, still growing.
– Clio Harlow