Feeling Sassy: Some Thoughts On Healing

February 22, 2026

I’m feeling a little sassy today.

So I say — fuck that shit.

Specifically?

The word healing.

But let me back up.

I currently have a love–hate relationship with Facebook. Mostly because the memories it serves me are from my dad’s final year. So I’ve been avoiding it.

But today I checked.

And up came something I wrote in 2023.

“Healing is weird.

Some days you’re okay and you’re doing just fine. Other days it hurts like it’s fresh. It’s a process with no definite time frame. You just have to keep going and know that when it’s all said and done, you’re going to be okay.”

— from some random motivational meme that came across my Facebook feed.

It’s so true though. The grieving and healing processes are so weird. Yesterday I was feeling great one minute and overwhelmed by sadness the next. Today I am energized and excited. Tomorrow? Maybe not.

Monday is the anniversary of the landslide. Grief and the residual effects of that trauma always hit harder around anniversaries.

I am actively taking extra good care of myself. Eating well. Not overdoing it. Moving my body. Being present with myself and all the wild emotions moving through me.

And I can say this:

I feel better than I have in years. Even better than before the landslide.

What a beautiful and painful process this has been. ❤️

I remember writing that.

I remember the feelings deeply.

And I have relived storms of grief and hurt and heartbreak a thousandfold since then.

The landslide was a massive loss.

Layers upon layers of grief.

Identity.

Legacy.

Safety.

Family.

I rebuilt slowly. Deliberately.

I was finally feeling stable when my dad died.

And then the reality I had been living in — love and trust and home — detonated.

Back into the ocean.

Shards of my life surrounding me.

So yes.

I am a little sassy about “healing.”

Because healing sounds like going back to what was.

And I am not going back.

I am not restoring some former version of myself.

I am not a cracked thing being glued together.

I am creating.

I am expanding.

I am deliberately constructing a life that is bigger than anything that tried to take me out.

The words we use matter.

I am not broken.

I am not weak.

I am not in need of repair.

So yeah.

Fuck that shit.

I am not healing.

I am rising.

I am celestial.

I am divine.