One morning a few months ago, I sat down at my keyboard and for the first time the words I wrote began to make sense of a deep ache Iβd carried my whole life; the shadow of which had marred most of my relationships. I felt as if I was finally coming to terms with the source of my pain. It was a breakthrough in my healing process, reminding me that growth is possible when we push beyond our comfort zone. Many find this through meditation, therapy, or the support of loved ones. While writing may be a less conventional route, for me it evolved into a way to explore the scars left so many years ago β scars from a time I donβt even remember, yet their impact remained.