Healing

I knew I was healing when I started to notice how badly I was doing. I knew I was healing when instead of "forgetting to eat" I could recognize that I just didn't have an appetite. I knew I was healing when I realized I wasn't going to sleep because I was tired in a way that sleep could actually fix but because I just needed a break. I knew I was healing when I became aware of myself, and my needs that were going unmet. Healing is like waking up in a cold sweat. Like coming up for air just before you pass out. Healing starts in the same place that everything else does. A small seed, planted in your mind, with roots that grow until you can't ignore it any longer. Until you want more, 

until discomfort is more desirable than numbness.

~Seyda Noir