I was listening to this song last night, and it hit me in that quiet place I don’t always let people see.
Healing isn’t loud.
It isn’t dramatic.
It’s not always a breakthrough moment.
Sometimes it’s just space.
Space to not react.
Space to not chase.
Space to not numb.
Space to sit with what hurts without trying to outrun it.
For a long time, I thought love meant intensity. I thought growth meant pushing harder. I thought strength meant enduring more.
Now I’m learning that healing sometimes just means stepping back.
Letting people be who they are.
Letting situations unfold without forcing them.
Letting myself feel disappointment without turning it into self-blame.
Sobriety gave me space.
And in that space, I found clarity.
Not everything needs to be fixed immediately.
Not every silence means abandonment.
Not every ending means failure.
Some things just need room to breathe.
If you’re in a season where everything feels heavy, maybe what you need isn’t more effort. Maybe you just need space.
Space to grieve.
Space to grow.
Space to heal.
And that space? It’s not weakness.
It’s wisdom. 
