The other night I was sitting quietly before bed after a really busy day. The kitchen was finally cleaned up, Sir Kit Kat was settled, and for once my brain slowed down long enough for me to just sit there in the quiet.

And out of nowhere, a thought crossed my mind:

“I can do this.”

Not in some dramatic movie moment kind of way.

Just quietly.
Softly.
Almost unexpectedly.

But it mattered.

Because rebuilding yourself after hard seasons in life is strange.

It doesn’t usually happen all at once.
It happens in tiny little moments you almost miss if you aren’t paying attention.

A new routine.
A little more laughter.
Cooking again.
Planning meals.
Resting without guilt.
Singing too loudly in the kitchen while making dinner 😂

Little things.

For me, rebuilding myself right now means learning how to stand on my own again.

Not because I want to.
Not because I was fully prepared to.
But because life changed in ways I never expected.

I do have support, and I’m incredibly grateful for the people who truly show up for me.
But a lot of this healing still happens in the quiet moments when it’s just me, my thoughts, Sir Kit Kat, and the life I’m slowly trying to rebuild day by day.

And honestly?
That can feel really lonely sometimes.

That’s why routines have become so important to me lately.

I get up at the same time every weekday. Honestly… weekends too 😅

I start my mornings the same way every day because I’m trying to slowly rebuild some sense of normal in my life again.

Not perfect.
Not glamorous.
Just stable.

And the kitchen has become a huge part of that healing.

Cooking is healing in so many ways.

It gives me purpose.
Creativity.
Accomplishment.
Satisfaction.
Pride.

Plus… let’s be honest… I literally get paid to cook 😂🍳

But underneath the humour, the kitchen really has become my safe place again.

It’s where I can unwind.
Think.
Create.
Laugh at myself.
Aggressively yell song lyrics while pretending I’m headlining a concert nobody bought tickets for.

And somehow… it helps.

Of course healing still has its messy moments too.

Like me getting WAY too excited making Chicken Shawarma and completely over-spicing it because apparently I skipped the part where I should’ve researched what Shawarma actually tastes like first 😭🔥

Lesson learned.

Maybe.

And honestly, that’s something people don’t talk about enough when it comes to healing.

Healing is awkward sometimes.

One minute you’re doing okay…
and the next you’re crying because a Jelly Roll song punched you directly in the soul while you were trying to organize the freezer.

Some moments are lonely.
Some are peaceful.
Some are both at the exact same time.

Healing is not linear either.

You don’t just magically “move on” in a straight line.

Some days feel hopeful.
Some feel heavy.
Some feel productive.
Some feel impossible.

That doesn’t mean you’re failing.

It just means you’re human.

Music has been helping me a lot lately too.

My playlists are completely chaotic honestly 😂
Faith music, rock, country, screamo… basically everything except music that gives me a migraine at this point.

But lately “Save Me” by Jelly Roll has been hitting differently.

Some days music helps me feel stronger.
Other days it completely takes my breath away and I end up sobbing before the song even finishes.

And maybe that’s healing too.

Feeling things instead of burying them.

If you’re feeling stuck in survival mode right now, I want you to hear this:

It won’t last forever 💜

Not overnight.
Not magically.
But little by little, things CAN start feeling lighter.

Not giant life changes.
Not fake “wake up at 5am and become a whole new person” nonsense.

Just little things.

💜 Drink more water
💜 Open the curtains
💜 Sit outside for 5 minutes
💜 Put music on while you cook
💜 Rest BEFORE your body forces you to
💜 Ask for help even if it feels awkward
💜 Create one tiny routine
💜 Stop expecting yourself to heal perfectly
💜 Celebrate tiny accomplishments
💜 Keep going anyway

Some days survival IS the accomplishment.

And that still counts 💜

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We’re figuring this out one day at a time… together.

— Shelly 💛