For a long time, I thought healing had a finish line.

I kept waiting for the day I would feel “done.”

The day things would stop resurfacing.

The day I wouldn’t need the same reminders or support anymore.

I didn’t heal loudly.

There was no announcement. No before-and-after moment. No version of me that suddenly looked “better.”

Most of my healing happened quietly — in small decisions, in pauses, in moments no one saw.

This space exists because I needed somewhere to land.

I didn’t set out to create Bloom In Process.
I needed it first.