Healing With You

Speaking for You, Healing With Me, Healing With You

There’s something sacred about being able to speak for someone who hasn’t found their voice yet—whether because of pain, fear, or exhaustion.

It’s not about speaking over them. It’s about standing beside them.

Protecting their silence while honoring their truth. Sometimes healing begins when someone says, “I’ve been where you are. You’re not crazy. You’re not weak. I got you.”

That’s what he’s done for me.

Healing with me means I’m not here to fix you.

He’s just here to sit in the storm with me long enough so that I stop doubting my ability to survive.

It means I’ll walk with you—not ahead of me, not behind me. No timeline. No pressure. Just presence.

Healing with me means he’s not above me.

I’m not past this. I still cry. I still break.

But I also still choose to show up. For him. For me. For us. Because healing isn’t a solo sport. It’s a shared language. One that says: I see you. I feel you. I’m not letting you go.

So if I’ve been quiet for too long, know this—I love you.