The Day I Fell: A Reflection on Healing in Real Time
- Deborah Jefferson
- Jun 30
- 2 min read
Today, I fell.
Not in some poetic, metaphorical sense.
I literally lost my balance and hit the ground.
And while I’m okay — just a little sore — it shook me. Not just physically, but emotionally too.
See, I’ve been in motion a lot lately.
Working, creating, supporting others, and doing my best to walk fully in the healing I talk about so often.
But when I hit the ground today, something in me slowed down.
I sat there longer than I needed to, not because I couldn’t get up… but because my spirit needed a moment.
I’ve learned enough by now to know when something holds deeper meaning.
And this? This fall felt symbolic.
It reminded me that healing isn’t linear.
It doesn’t matter how far along you are or how much inner work you’ve done — there will still be days when you slip.
When your footing gives out.
When something inside says, “Pause. Listen. Pay attention.”
And so I did.
I asked myself:
What have I been carrying lately that’s made me move too fast?
What parts of me still feel off balance, even as I try to show up strong?
What’s the message in the moment — not the mess, but the meaning?
Here’s what came to me:
Even in our strongest seasons, we are still human.
Still healing.
Still learning how to navigate old triggers, new expectations, and the weight of growth.
The fall reminded me that I don’t have to do it all.
That I can rest.
That I can take up space slowly, intentionally, and without apology.
And that a stumble doesn’t erase my progress — it grounds it.
So, today I got up — tender but grounded.
And I’m moving forward with more compassion for myself than I had yesterday.
Because healing isn’t about perfection.
It’s about presence.
It’s about returning to yourself, over and over again.
And if you’ve fallen lately — in your habits, in your boundaries, in your faith — please know this:
You’re still on the path.
You’re still becoming.
And you are not alone.
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