Sometimes, you face a reality that feels like staring into a mirror reflecting your ugliest, darkest, and most shameful parts. The traumas you thought you had healed from rise to the surface again, making you question whether you ever truly healed at all. Perhaps you did, but only on the surface, just the tip of the iceberg. The anxiety can strike so fiercely, so excruciatingly, that it feels impossible to imagine ever escaping it. You struggle to keep your head above water while the tides push relentlessly against you. It's exhausting, and the frustration slowly turns into bitterness towards yourself. You wonder how long you must carry a wound that was never your fault. You feel trapped in the same negative patterns, watching precious days slip away with the same promise: you'll do better tomorrow. But tomorrow never seems to come. It is messy, it is chaotic, and it breaks you. But perhaps that's what life truly is: mending yourself over and over again until your cracks and scars turn you into a beautiful masterpiece. And perhaps the point isn't to heal completely, but to learn to live gently with what still aches, taking it slow, one day at a time.