Hi, my people, so I’ve kind of, been on this journey, of healing and growing and becoming the best version of myself (not that i totally wasn’t rocking already 😉 ). I’m quite amazed by how much “healing” has been glamourised lately. Thank you, social media.
Earlier, it was only in movies you’d see a makeover, a full-blown transformation montage set to some intense song, and suddenly feel like, yes! kar har maidan fateh! You’d be all jazzed up, super pumped for a day or two, and then… right back to square one. At least until the next “lakshya toh har haal mein paana hai” moment caught your fancy. But now every other reel is about healing, growing, manifesting, fresh haircuts after big heartbreaks, and people dancing under fairy lights like they’ve finally cracked the code to happiness and many more of all that.
Not that i am complaining, all this does look and feel magical. Ask me if I journal, and I’ll instantly say yes, absolutely! because I love being part of this journaling, manifesting, finding-myself era. It’s quite cool, it’s soft, its all main character energy. But here’s the truth: I started off big, pages and pages every day. Now? It’s maybe a stray line or two in the Notes app on my phone.
Not saying the writing didn’t help, it did. But what actually brought peace to my chaos? Was painfully ordinary. As dull as it possibly gets. No violins playing in the background. No fairy lights. Just tiny, boring steps that nobody claps for.
It’s drinking water when you’d rather have coffee (again).
It’s getting up to fill that bottle even though you’d much rather flop on the couch and doomscroll for an hour. It’s making that basic dal-chawal instead of ordering cheesy fries and pesto sandwich. Tiny, unsexy choices that feel pointless in the moment until weeks later you realize your mood is steadier, your skin’s happier, and you’re not crashing at 3 PM anymore.
It’s choosing rest over distractions.
Healing is turning off the TV and taking that nap. It’s putting down your phone so you can actually feel your feelings instead of shopping, texting, or binge-watching them away. It’s unbelievably boring. And unbelievably important.( i am still having a hard time with this one)
Sweatpants,oversized tee, Zero shame!
Wearing the same old comfy leggings and oversized tee for walks and workouts and not matching sets, no cute scrunchies, zero effort and honestly, not caring one bit. Because moving your body is the point, not looking like a Pinterest reel.( although i know secretly everyone wants to live a pinterestry life, including me)
It’s learning to live with your scars.
I used to have this big misconception that once I was “healed” or finally over certain things, they’d stop affecting me. Like I’d magically level up and those old hurts would just… vanish….But boy, was I wrong! Turns out, the same stupid things I avoid still sting when they pop back up in my head. The difference now? I’ve just learned to manage my emotions better. Learned to live with the scars.
It’s about knowing your triggers and greeting them like that slightly annoying neighbour aunty, when you smile politely, keep it moving, and absolutely don’t let her bulldoze your entire day.Because real healing is reaching a point where your old wounds don’t bleed all over every new thing. They’re still there, sure. But now, they’re just a part of you and not the part running the show.
Doing ordinary things!
Doing dull admin tasks that quietly unclog your brain like finally cleaning out your comb (ew, but also wow), arranging that chaotic bathroom cabinet, getting the laundry done (truly the Everest of adulting), or dumping all that raddi that’s been haunting you for months. Even writing out the perfect monthly grocery list so you’re not buying random snacky nonsense that expires untouched.
These are painfully ordinary things. The stuff nobody’s putting on stories with a cute filter. But oh my god, the relief that hits you once it’s done? The way your shoulders drop? It’s priceless. Because it’s one less tiny thing gnawing at your emotional energy. One less mental tab open. One less ugh!
Turns out, sometimes peace isn’t found in fancy journaling or profound therapy breakthroughs it’s right there in a clean comb and an empty laundry basket. Who knew?
What has actually been helping me…
✨ Going to bed on time even though your inner night owl is screaming to scroll.
✨ Eating home food for the 5th day in a row because your body’s happier for it.
✨ Unfollowing people who secretly make you feel like crap (no dramatic announcement needed).
✨ Walking, sun on your face, no headphones, just your own boring thoughts.
✨ Talking to my girls, venting, listening to them vent
✨ Being honest in therapy even when you want to sugarcoat it all.
✨ Saying “no thanks” to plans that you know will drain you.
✨ Calling both my moms just to hear them laugh and talk.
In the end…
Healing is boring. It’s repetitive. It’s small. But it’s also real. It’s tucked inside all those ordinary days where you quietly choose yourself, over and over and over again. And one day, it doesn’t feel so hard anymore, you wake up and realise you’re not in the same place you were six months ago. That your insides feel lighter, your laughs are easier
And that, my people, is exactly where the good stuff lives. 💛
Love & Icecreams
Sneha Singhvi
