Some chapters can’t be edited — only rewritten from the heart outward.
I used to think healing was linear, like revising a messy paragraph until it made sense. But life doesn’t work like a first draft. You don’t “fix” pain; you translate it. You find a new language for what you survived and keep writing anyway.
When I was working on Scars into Light, there were days I couldn’t touch the page. The memories felt too sharp. But each time I returned, the words met me differently — softer, wiser. Sometimes that’s what recovery looks like: learning how to write the same truth in gentler ink.
“Light doesn’t erase the scars; it simply learns how to hold them.”
What part of your own story have you had to rewrite more than once to understand it?
Published on November 12, 2025 15:28