The Day I Realized I Wasn’t Broken Anymore

And the quiet truth about healing

Dear Son,

There wasn’t a parade. No big “aha” moment.
Just a regular day when I realized:
I wasn’t broken anymore.

I wasn’t angry for no reason.
I wasn’t waiting for someone to leave.
I wasn’t ashamed of who I was or what I’d done.

Healing didn’t show up loud.
It crept in—like spring after a long winter.
One small shift at a time.

And when it did, I realized some…