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Healing Isn’t Pretty: Why Grit Is Just as Important as Grace

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    “Healing isn’t about perfection. It’s about persistence. It’s about survival. And it’s about choosing yourself again, every single day.” Summary Healing is often pictured as peaceful and serene, but the truth is it can be raw, messy, and full of grit. Recovery requires both grace and grit: compassion for yourself and persistence when the path is hard. My Healing Wasn’t Pretty, And That’s Okay When I first began my healing journey, I imagined it as something graceful: long walks in nature, quiet reflection, and deep breaths in peaceful spaces. Sometimes it was like that. But more often, it was anything but. Healing for me meant waking up to the same intrusive thoughts for the hundredth time. It meant dragging myself through days when even basic tasks felt monumental. It meant showing up even when I felt hollow. Grace gave me permission to slow down, to breathe, to forgive myself. But grit? Grit was what kept me going when I had nothing left to give. Healing wasn’...

The Weight of Being the First: Mental Health When You’re the First to Heal in Your Family

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🕒 Estimated Read Time: 5 minutes Article Summary: What happens when you’re the first in your family or culture to name trauma , seek therapy, or talk about mental health out loud? This post explores the: emotional labor isolation resilience of being a cycle-breaker, especially for those living with mental illness  In honor of Minority Mental Health Awareness Month , we also look at how cultural stigma adds weight to the healing journey, and how healing anyway is a radical act. I didn’t realize I was “going first.” I just knew I couldn’t keep going like this. When I first started confronting my mental health struggles, I felt like I was betraying something sacred. My family never talked about emotions, at least, not the hard ones. We swallowed grief and masked pain with strength. Therapy was something “other people” did. I didn’t have the words for what I was carrying, but I knew I couldn’t keep carrying it silently. At first, I felt proud. I was choosing healing, choosing ...