How healing happens Maybe we don't always need to know the reason why things happen to us. Maybe life isn't asking us to understand every loss, every heartbreak, every storm that tears through what we thought was secure. Sometimes it's not about finding meaning but surviving the moments that try to take everything from us. Because when we search too hard for the "why," we start to turn against ourselves. We begin to think we did something wrong, that we could've stopped it, fixed it, changed it. And that's how we end up lost inside our own pain, replaying what cannot be undone, punishing ourselves for being human. Maybe healing begins when we stop demanding answers and start giving ourselves compassion instead. When we sit in the unknown and say, "I don't understand this, but I'll keep going anyway." Maybe the purpose is not in the explanation but in the quiet strength that grows from surviving what was meant to break us. You're not broken because you can't make sense of your pain. You're human ,still learning, still standing, still finding beauty in what remains after the storm.