You Don't Go Back. You Go Forward Different.

I thought getting better would feel like relief.

Like a sigh of freedom. Like I could finally exhale and start living again.

But the truth?

It felt like whiplash.

Because no one talks about how disorienting it is to start healing. How strange it is when the thing you begged for—some version of “better”—finally shows up… and it doesn’t feel like home.

No one prepares you for that in-between space. The part where you’re not drowning anymore, but you’re still coughing up water.

You don’t go back to who you were before.

You go forward as someone else.

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Healing doesn't mean going back to who you were. It means learning to love who you’ve become through the storm.

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Healing Doesn't Come With Instructions

You spend so long trying to survive—appointments, symptoms, stares, pills, opinions, grief—that when things start to shift, when you’re not in crisis anymore, you expect to feel... happy. Whole. Like yourself again.

But healing isn’t a rewind button.

It’s a mirror.

And what you see might surprise you.

You notice how much smaller your world became while you were just trying to get through. You see the friendships that faded, the milestones that passed without you. The parts of yourself you don’t recognize anymore—and the parts you miss.

And it hits you: you’re still grieving.

Even in the healing.

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Guilt in the Hallway

I remember walking past rooms with machines beeping, vitals flickering, parents sleeping upright in vinyl chairs.

There was a girl in the room next to mine who barely spoke and didn’t eat. Her mom braided her hair every morning like a ritual.

And I remember thinking:

How do I let myself heal when someone else might not get to?

How do I find joy when there’s still so much pain in the room next door?

You carry that guilt quietly.

You don’t want to complain.

You don’t want to take up space.

You’re just relieved to be standing—but at the same time, you don’t know how to feel okay about it.

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It’s okay to feel grateful and heartbroken at the same time. Healing doesn’t mean you’ve forgotten who didn’t get the same chance.

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Survivor's Guilt Isn't Just for War Zones

In hospitals and rehab centers, I learned to walk again.

I re-learned how to sit upright, brush my hair, speak without slurring.

And in between all that? I heard the code calls.

When the hallway went silent—just before it erupted—I knew.

That stillness was a warning.

Something terrible was happening in the next room.

Someone wasn’t going to make it.

I remember holding my breath until the rush came: nurses running, machines beeping, crash carts, curtain rails scraping. You could feel it before you ever saw it.

And the thing is… eventually, the running stopped.

The curtain stayed closed.

The tray table never got wheeled back out.

And the next day?

I’d be learning how to walk again.

My voice would sound a little stronger.

I’d make a dumb joke with the PT and laugh too hard.

And then I’d remember.

That while I was getting better, someone else’s fight had ended.

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You Don't Owe Anyone a Clean Comeback

The world wants a comeback story.

They want before-and-after. Struggle and triumph. A version of healing that ties up neatly.

But that’s not what this is.

Healing is messy.

It’s full of contradictions.

You feel strong and broken at the same time.

You laugh harder and cry easier.

You have a lower tolerance for BS and a deeper well of compassion.

You move slower and notice more.

You’re not the same.

And maybe that’s the whole point.

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You can be grateful to be healing and still grieve who you used to be. Both are true. Both deserve space.

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The Identity You Never Asked to Rebuild

No one tells you how weird it feels to reenter life after a long illness.

You’re trying to be excited—but you also flinch when someone says “You look great!”

You’re trying to make plans—but your brain still calculates how far the nearest exit is.

You laugh at brunch with friends—but you’re wondering if your body’s going to betray you halfway through the meal.

It’s not about being ungrateful for getting better.

It’s about having to reintroduce yourself to a world that kept moving without you.

And wondering where you fit now that you’re not who you used to be.

Because no matter how badly you wanted to go back… she’s gone.

The girl before the pills. Before the IVs. Before the wheelchairs and missed milestones.

And even if you still see pieces of her when you look in the mirror—You’ve had to become someone new. And you don't know if you are ready to. Or want to. But you need to. 

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What Healing Really Looks Like

Healing doesn’t mean reclaiming everything you lost.

Sometimes it means grieving it—and then making space for something else.

It means holding joy and guilt at the same time.

It means building a life that looks nothing like what you pictured—and learning to love it anyway.

You may walk with a limp.

You may flinch when your phone rings from another unknown doctor’s office.

You may feel like a stranger in your own body some days.

But you’re still walking.

Still here.

Still building something new.

And even if no one claps for it—even if no one gets it—

That’s healing too.

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You don’t go back. You move forward—with pieces of who you were, and strength you didn’t know you had.

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You Don't Go Back

You don’t go back to who you were.

That version of you—the one who planned out her life like it was guaranteed—is gone.

You go forward as someone different.

Someone who knows what it means to lose time, lose health, lose clarity.

You go forward with a sharper radar.

For energy drainers. For fake friends. For anything that costs you more than it gives.

You go forward with boundaries, with softness, with a fierceness you didn’t ask for but now carry like armor.

You go forward knowing that you lived through what no one thought you could—

even when you didn’t know if you could, or would, or even wanted to.

And if you're reading this and thinking:

“I thought getting better would feel better than this…”

Just know—

you’re not alone.

It’s not wrong to feel weird.

It’s not wrong to feel grief.

And it’s not wrong to keep going, even when you don’t recognize your own life yet.

You can’t undo what happened.

But you can decide what happens next.

And that’s where your power is.

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Warmly,

Samantha