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 of 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 easily 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 to be expected along the way.