I used to think 'healing' meant the pain went away, but now I see it's more about learning to carry it differently. The scar remains, a map of where I was broken, but it no longer dictates where I'm going. It's a touchstone, not a tether. Funny how something that once felt like an ending can become a beginning of a different kind. It's less like a broken bone knitting perfectly and more like learning to live with a prosthetic. It becomes part of you, undeniably, but it changes the way you move through the world. The limp might fade, but the awareness of it never truly disappears.