Life’s Little Reminder

Some days arrive softly, and others come as quiet reminders that my body still needs care. its just one of those days. I woke up feeling unsteady nausea rolling through me, hands shaking, head spinning as if the world tilted just slightly off balance. I tried to carry on, but my body had other plans. Eventually, I listened. I tucked myself back into bed, hoping the stillness would help things settle.

It’s funny how the body has a way of speaking when the mind doesn’t listen. For so long, I pushed through discomfort ignoring the signs, convincing myself I was fine. But healing has taught me that rest is not weakness; it’s wisdom. When I slow down and listen, I’m not giving in I’m honouring the parts of me that are still recovering, still finding balance.

The truth is, I have good days and I have hard ones. Days where I feel strong, full of energy and light, ready to take on the world. And then there are bad days where everything feels heavier, slower, and my body reminds me that healing isn’t a straight line. It’s a dance between doing and resting, between energy and surrender.

So instead of fighting it, I chose to soften. I lit the fire, surrounded myself with warmth, and let the flicker of the flames bring comfort. I reminded myself that having a bad day doesn’t erase all the progress I’ve made. It’s simply part of the rhythm of living with a body that’s been through a lot.

I’m lucky, though I’ve got good company, gentle energy around me, and moments of peace even when my body feels fragile. These reminders aren’t setbacks; they’re invitations to pause. To breathe. To reconnect with what truly matters.

Healing is a lifelong conversation with myself learning when to rest, when to push, and when to simply be. When my body’s little whisper: slow down, you’ve done enough. And that’s okay. Because even in the stillness, even in the quiet, I am still healing.