The road to healing is full of bumps, potholes, and detours. Some days it feels as if I will never make it to my destination, and the effort is futile. I find myself exhausted by devastating setbacks and crushed by the weight of the baggage I carry.
As I continue to move forward despite the obstacles in my path, I find that no matter how small a step I take, it adds to the overall distance covered. Every inch is progress, and it all adds up in the end. Not every mile marker will come quickly, and I’m sure I will lose hope again, but only momentarily. I understand now that the road to healing is not linear, and the ups and downs are part of the journey.