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Personal Reflection

It’s easy to see wounds as evidence of failure.
Of weakness.
Of something gone terribly wrong.

But what if they’re openings?
A beginning?
An awakening?
A crucible?

I’ve spent years patching my wounds with distraction and pride, thinking healing meant erasing the pain.
But now I wonder if healing starts with letting the light in — not despite the wound, but because of it.

Let the hurt be holy.
Let the scar become a doorway.
Walk through it.

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Reflective Prompt

What wound still aches, and what might it be trying to let in?