The truth is, you don't become whole by adding more to yourself. You become whole by realizing that you were never less to begin with. Every question, every ache, every detour - all of it has been leading you home. For a long time, I thought healing meant finding the missing pieces and putting myself back together. But healing, I've come to realize, is not about fixing - it's about remembering. Remembering that there was never anything truly broken, only forgotten. The pain we resist is often the very thing leading us back to ourselves. And when you stop resisting, when you stop trying to make sense of every contradiction, you begin to see the beauty in being both the question and the answer.

There comes a moment when life stops making sense in the way it used to. When what once felt solid begins to dissolve, and every truth you held begins to turn on itself. That's when you start realizing - maybe you were never meant to make sense of everything. Maybe you were meant to feel it instead. Each question here isn't asking for an answer; it's asking for presence. It's asking if you can sit with the tension between who you were and who you are becoming - the half of you that's still searching and the half that already knows.