Someone once said to me-You never really lose yourself. You just hide the parts that hurt too much to keep alive. You tuck them away in quiet corners, wrap them in silence, and call it survival. And then, someday, when your world feels gentle again, you begin to dig. You find the laughter, the softness, the dreams you buried just to breathe. That's what healing truly is-Not creating a new you, but remembering the one who waited beneath the rubble, patiently, all along.