When they just hurt, we cannot see the meaning behind them. But there is a meaning. We can give them meaning.

We are not meant to stay wounded. 

Our hurts are not our final destination but the path itself, the bridge between who we have been and who we are becoming. 

To truly heal, we must first be brave enough to feel.

When we avoid our pain, we remain stuck in its grip, disconnected from the deeper lessons it holds. 

We miss the gifts of resilience, self-compassion, and wisdom that come only through moving through our wounds, not around them.

Our wounds are not just scars to be hidden or shame to be silenced. 

They are sacred openings, portals through which we can enter the hearts of others. 

When we have the courage to fully feel our own pain, we become more attuned to the quiet ache in others. 

Our hearts grow softer, our understanding deeper, our compassion more authentic.

In this way, our wounds are the very threads that weave us together, the common ground on which we meet as fellow travelers on the journey to wholeness. They teach us the language of empathy, reminding us that we are never truly alone.

Only when you let your heart open to feel you can transform from inside out. And from that space you can meet others in their experiences whit more understanding and compassion.

You can't just talk about your feelings, you have to feel your feelings. You have to let them move through your body so you can move forward.

But feeling is so scary. Especially when you experienced them alone at an early age. That feeling of loneliness, desperation, oftentimes remains stuck in our bodies memory, and every time when we feel something all this fear is triggered. No wonder we run from feeling our feelings.

With the right support, in a safe relationship, with care and compassion, you can find your way back to your feelings. You can be held in that safe space so you can let your body feel and then find that soft space where your nervous system can finally relax.

Let us not fear the weight of our feelings. Let us honor them as the passage to a richer, more connected life. 

Because it is only through feeling that we heal, and in healing ourselves, we light the way for others.

And maybe this is the medicine we’ve been searching for all along - not to get rid of our wounds, but to finally let them speak.

To let them remind us of what we longed for,

what we survived, and what is still waiting to be healed with tenderness instead of judgment.

Healing doesn’t ask us to be fearless.

It asks us to be present.

To stay with what rises long enough for it to soften.

There is no shame in having wounds.

The real pain comes from abandoning the parts of us that hurt.

When we choose to stay - gently, slowly, with support - we begin to reclaim what was once exiled within us. Our bodies start to trust again. Our hearts learn that they no longer have to hold everything alone.

And that is where the alchemy happens.

One breath at a time.

One truth at a time.

One feeling at a time.

Your pain is not proof that something is wrong with you.

It’s proof that something in you is trying to be witnessed, released, or transformed.

So when the ache surfaces - pause.

Place a hand over your heart.

Remember you are not that child who had to manage it in silence.

You are the adult who can meet it now with care, wisdom, and choice.

This is how we turn wounds into portals, pain into presence, and isolation into connection.

May you remember that nothing you feel disqualifies you from love.

May you meet your tenderness with reverence, not resistance.

And may every truth that rises in you become a bridge, back to yourself, and back to the hearts you are meant to touch.

With love and presence,🤍

Aniela