Vindecarea înseamnă și a lăsa să intre

There was a time when I thought healing was only about letting go, of grief, of love, of the life I thought I would have.

But now, I see that it is also about letting in.

Letting in light, in the soft form of a morning sunbeam stretching across my kitchen table.
Letting in laughter, first hesitant, then full-bodied, the kind that shakes loose something inside me.
Letting in possibility, the quiet thrill of a day unfolding without a script, without expectations.

It happens in small moments.

Buying fresh flowers, not because anyone will see them, but because I want to. Try on a red dress and decide it suits me. Take a different route home and find a tiny bookstore I’ve never noticed before.
Having coffee with a friend, and for the first time in years, I enjoyed the conversation without wondering where it will lead.

Small, ordinary, radiant.

I am moving toward something.

And for the first time after a long time, I think it might be happiness.