It was one small victory at a time. Doing a homework assignment that was a month late because I hadn’t had energy to complete it. Going to class because I could finally get out of bed. Taking only one nap instead of three to make it through the day. Spending time with a friend instead of isolating myself because spending time with another person sucked out too much of my energy. Eating because I could actually taste the food and wanted to eat. Giving smiles because weariness was no longer pushing all of my muscles down.
It is the small victories. So many of us, when trying to heal from abuse, depression, or any other number of issues, look for the moment it all gets better. It’s very unlikely that you’ll be able to identify that moment. But you can identify the small moments, the moments that are a small step in the right direction.
The moments that let you know that you will heal.