I Like to Think I’m a Pretty Healed Person These Days

I’ve come to this consultation after figuring out I have the capacity to enjoy people.

That might sound basic, absurd. But for a long time, I didn’t know what that felt like—genuinely enjoying someone’s presence without overanalyzing it, fearing it, or needing something from it. I didn’t realize how much of my social life used to be rooted in anxiety, performance, or control.

Healing, I’ve learned, doesn’t always show up in grand revelations. Sometimes it’s subtle. Like noticing when a conversation doesn’t drain you. Or realizing you’re not scanning a tone for hidden meaning. Or, in my case, sitting across from someone and thinking, I actually like being around you, without needing to know what it means or where it’s going.

This isn’t a linear journey, and I’m not trying to brand myself as Enlightened™. But there’s something worth unpacking in how we begin to measure healing—not through big declarations, but through small, internal shifts. Through the quiet return of ease.