A True Healer
A true healer doesn’t fix you.
They ignite you.
They don’t pour light into your wounds—they mirror the fire already buried in your bones.
They don’t make you whole—they strip away everything that told you you weren’t.
They do not create your healing.
They awaken your authority to reclaim it.
Because healing was never something you “got.”
It’s something you unlock.
Something you return to.
A blueprint buried under layers of trauma, story, shame, and silence.
And sometimes, all it takes is a gaze.
A word.
A frequency so true that it shakes your soul awake.
The real healer sees the God in you even when you’re drowning in dust.
They speak to your light, not your limp.
They grip your hand—not to save you, but to remind you that you can stand.
Healing is not escape.
It’s confrontation.
It’s embodiment.
It’s fire that purifies, not just soothes.
So let the healers be fire-starters.
Let them burn your false self to ash until you rise—whole, holy, unstoppable.
You were never broken.
You were just waiting for the mirror.
