Beautifully Me: From Trauma to Healing

I used to believe survival was the same as living. I wore strength like armor, smiling through scares no one could see, convincing myself that silence was safer than truth. Trauma taught me how to shrink, how to apologize for taking up space, how to mistake pain for love.

Healing began the day I chose to listen to myself. It wasn’t loud or dramatic. It was quiet- tears on the bathroom floor, deep breaths between memories, learning that rest was not weakness. I unlearned what broke me and relearned who I was beneath the hurt.

Some days I still ache. Some days I rise. Both are part of the journey. I am no longer ashamed of my story, because it proves I survived and more than that, I’m becoming.

I am healing in layers, loving myself in truth, and standing in my wholeness. I am not what happened to me. I am Beautifully Me.

Ms. Kym