For a long time, everything felt gray.
Even the sunrise seemed quieter, as if the world had lost its color with you.
I walked through days like a ghost — breathing, moving, but not really alive.

Grief does that to you.
It steals the light from your eyes and makes you forget that the world is still full of things worth noticing.
But healing isn’t a sudden awakening.
It’s a slow remembering — a moment here, a smile there.
The way the sky blushes at dusk.
The sound of laughter drifting through an open window.
The warmth of a cup of coffee between your hands.

One day, I looked up and the world was beautiful again — not because it had changed,
but because I had.

The pain didn’t vanish.
It just stopped being the only thing I could see.
And in its place, there was gratitude —
for everything that broke me,
and for everything that helped me rebuild.

Maybe that’s what healing really is —
not forgetting the storm,
but learning to love the way the light looks after it.

Always and Forever

💬 What’s the first thing that looked beautiful to you after your heart began to heal? Share it — maybe it will remind someone else to look up too.