Healing Isn't Linear, And That's Okay

Healing doesn't always look calm

Lori

10/28/20252 min read

Healing Isn't Linear, And That's Okay

Healing Is Ghetto Sometimes

Healing doesn't always look calm. Sometimes it’s just sitting in the mess and still choosing to smile, or maybe just choosing to breathe without cussing out your Wi-Fi.

Look, healing isn't some neat, Pinterest-worthy checklist where you get a gold star every day. If it was, I would have been healed 30 years ago and running a spa in Bali by now. Instead, healing looks a lot like:

Falling flat on my face.

  • Picking myself back up.

  • Eating a quesadilla at 2 AM.

  • Trying again tomorrow.

That is the Honest AF truth, and it’s valid.

Folding Fitted Sheets and Other Lies

When I hear the phrase "healing isn't linear," I don't picture a tidy chart. I picture myself trying to fold a fitted sheet. You wrestle, you twist, you try to make it look like everyone else's, and in the end, you just shove it in the closet and hope for the best.

Healing is exactly that. It's messy, unpredictable, and somehow still working even if it doesn't look pretty. If avoidance were an Olympic sport, that fitted sheet would be my gold medal. Self-sabotage is my cardio, but the drawer still closes.

Meditation and Messy Progress

For the longest time, I thought I was failing at healing because I couldn't meditate "properly." My brain was a circus of grocery lists, intrusive thoughts, and random 90s song lyrics. I kept trying to force myself into someone else's idea of peace.

Now I know that meditation doesn't have to look like that. I'm trying to manifest peace, but my ADHD said chaos is fine.

  • Sometimes meditation is journaling.

  • Sometimes it’s a walk in nature.

  • Sometimes it’s just sitting still without checking my phone.

That's my practice, and my inner child is happy with a B-minus in stillness. That messy progress counts.

The Truth, Spilled Like Coffee

Healing isn't linear. It isn't perfect. It isn't about gold stars.

Even if your progress looks like a badly folded fitted sheet shoved into the closet of your soul, it still counts. You are worthy of abundance just because you’re showing up. And that's enough.