Soft confession, learning to rest while healing…

This poem was created as a reminder that healing can sometimes feel unbearable, overwhelming, all-consuming.

For a long time, I treated healing like another task to complete. Another pressure. Another thing to “fix” as quickly as possible.

But slowly, I began to understand something softer:

Healing is not meant to become a constant emergency.

Sometimes the most healing thing we can do is Pause. Breathe. Soften.

To say:

“Yes, this feels important. But holding myself gently matters too.”

I spent so much of my life feeling like everything needed my attention at once, like I had to heal every wound immediately in order to finally feel okay.

And yet, what truly helped me soothe my nervous system was not forcing more healing. It was taking my time. Setting boundaries with myself and with others. Allowing rest without guilt.

Only then could I finally breathe again.

Only then could I start noticing joy in my surroundings instead of constantly searching for the next thing that needed to be healed.

Gently. Lovingly. One breath at a time.

Soft confession

Of a breath taken

Of an imposed pause

Soft confession of a mind racing

Jumping, screaming

Soft confession of a mental sitting

Slowing down, softening

Soft confession

Of a pressure I often did put on my shoulders

Healing fast
Healing more
Healing everything
All at the same time

Soft confession

feeling like I was drowning

Soft confession

Of a break that felt delicious

Soft confession

I did not have to heal everything
All at the same time

Soft confession

I listened to my four of sword

Finally