If You Think Healing Is Pretty, Then You've Never Met Mine — It Burns.

Eyo Jedidiah Precious
@preciouseyo450605
18 days ago

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‎I didn’t write HEALING IS WAR because healing sounded poetic.
‎I wrote it because, at 19, healing hit me like a fight I never trained for —a war that began at age 9.
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‎I grew up thinking pain was meant to be endured quietly.
‎That sexû@l abuse was something to never voice out
‎So I carried it. Survive it. Smile through it.
‎Until one day, the quiet became unbearable.
‎The wounds I tried to hide started speaking louder than my voice could.
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‎People romanticize healing.
‎They make it sound soft — candlelight and deep breaths.
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‎Mine was fire.
‎Mine was a battlefield with old scars reopening, memories charging back at me with no mercy.
‎Healing didn’t ask if I was ready.
‎It demanded I show up anyway.
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‎There were nights I cried without sound,
‎days I functioned like a ghost in my own body,
‎And moments I realized pain had built a home in places hope used to live.
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‎I wrote this book for the version of me who felt too broken to rebuild.
‎For the ones who prayed but still hurt.
‎For the ones who believed healing belonged to everyone else but them.
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‎HEALING IS WAR is proof that surviving is not the same as winning.
‎Winning is looking pain in the face and saying,
‎“You caught me,
‎but you don’t own me...
‎Not anymore.”
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‎Every page is a scar speaking back.
‎Every word is me breathing after almost drowning.
‎This book is not perfection — it’s proof of battle.
‎It carries tears, truth, and triumph with shaky hands but a steady heart.
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‎I wrote it because someone needs to hear this:
‎You are not dying — you are becoming.
‎And the war you are fighting is not meant to destroy you,
‎It is forging you into a testimony the world hasn’t seen.
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‎— Eyo Precious Jedidiah
‎Author of
‎HEALING IS WAR

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