Somewhere along the way, I started discovering different sides of me — literally and figuratively.
Each emotion uncovered another version — sometimes funny, sometimes frightening, but always real.

Now I can tell the difference between when sadness just needs a night of tears, and when grief needs a week of quiet.
When to speak up, and when to walk away.

Feeling intensely gave me something I didn’t expect: choice.
It taught me I can feel without reacting, understand without absorbing, and love without losing myself.

If someone tells me they’re afraid to feel too much, I get it.
I really do.

But I’d ask: how badly do you want to heal?

Because healing isn’t about avoiding pain — it’s about walking through it with courage.
And courage can be learnt.

Think of it like a game:
You collect potions (therapy, dark chocolates), shields (support, setting up safe space), weapons (grounding techniques), and allies (your people and pet). These all accumulate to help you build courage and confidence. Then you go slay the boss in your dungeon — your trauma.

Yes, it’s going to be messy.
Yes, it’s going to hurt.
But hope isn’t lost.

Because feeling deeply doesn’t make you broken.
It makes you human, my friend.
And that, in itself, is healing.

On the last note, also, it doesn’t mean that it is less frightening after you’re healed.
It just seem so because you’ve gotten better. Make sense? (: