We have a picture in our minds of what resilience looks like.
It’s clean. Composed. Strong. It gets up early and checks things off a list. It glides through hard things with a steady heart and a clear mind. It bounces back. Quickly. Quietly. Without complaint.
The truth is that we rarely say out loud:
Resilience is messy.
Sometimes, it looks like crying in the car while attending a meeting.
Sometimes it looks like pausing mid-sentence to catch your breath because you can feel your chest tightening.
Sometimes it looks like saying no through a shaky voice.
Sometimes it looks like doing the bare minimum while your heart rebuilds in the background.
Resilience is not about looking strong.
It’s about being with yourself when you’re most afraid of falling apart.
It’s about choosing not to give up, not because you’re unbothered, but because you’ve decided to stay.
Stay with the discomfort. Stay with the process. Stay with your becoming.
And no, it doesn’t always look brave.
It often looks quiet.
Private.
Unseen.
It looks like journaling at midnight. Like reaching out to someone who won’t judge your mess. Like sitting on the floor in your living room, because that’s the only place that feels real.
That is resilience.
Not the polish, but the persistence.
It is not the image but the inner decision to keep walking, even if it’s slow or heavy, and even if you have to start over again.
You don’t need to move fast to be resilient.
You don’t need to be graceful to grow.
You just need to stay.
With yourself.
Through it all.
Wow. Incredible thoughts. Thank you for reflecting back the hold and space our journals take. Thank you for wisdom and kindness.