Blog Post Six

“time doesn’t heal wounds, compassion does”

We’ve all been told that time heals all wounds.

And while there’s truth in that, time alone does nothing if we keep repeating the same mistakes, if we don’t take a conscious step toward healing. For the longest time, I believed that if I just carried on, if I ignored the pain, if I simply existed, one day, I’d wake up healed.

But healing doesn’t just happen.

It requires work, patience, and deep self-compassion. I spent years stuck in the same cycles, wondering why I never felt better, why things never seemed to change.

This is the first year I’ve truly committed to healing.

To rewiring my mind, unlearning the habits that kept me stuck, and replacing them with ones that set me free. I started journaling, meditating, fueling my body with the right foods, reading books that inspire me, listening to podcasts that expand my mind.

And slowly, slowly, I feel the shift.

For the first time in 15 years, maybe even in my whole life, I feel stable. I feel hopeful. And I can’t wait to see what the future holds. So if no one has told you yet, let me be the first or the last person to say it to you:

Start now.

Not tomorrow. Not when life feels less chaotic. Not when you “have it all figured out.”

Start now, in the mess, in the uncertainty. Wake up earlier. Nourish your body. Eat three meals a day, not one. Go outside, breathe in fresh air, let the sun kiss your skin. Surround yourself with people who fill your soul. Love deeply, unapologetically. And if love hasn’t found you yet, learn to be okay on your own not just okay, but thriving. Prioritize what brings you joy. Do what lights a fire inside of you.

But most of all, be gentle with yourself.

Healing isn’t linear. You will stumble, you will fall, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t moving forward. You will always have problems to solve, but life isn’t about waiting for them to disappear.

It’s about learning to live, to breathe, to find beauty in the in-between. Because at the end of the day, you can either cry in the storm, or dance in the rain.

And so, as I walk this path, I remind myself that healing is not a destination, but a quiet unfolding. It’s not about perfection, but about learning to dance through the cracks, to find beauty in the broken pieces. I’m not where I want to be yet, but I’m learning to cherish the space between who I was and who I’m becoming. To anyone reading this who feels lost or stuck, remember: it’s okay to move slowly, it’s okay to not have all the answers. Just start. One step at a time. Trust that in the stillness, you will find your way.

Much love,

Karina Jade