Crawling Is Still Forward 🐾

"Fall seven times, stand up eight." — Japanese Proverb

There’s something sacred about the crawl.

“I will rise, even if I must crawl first.”

It doesn’t look strong. It doesn’t look glamorous. It’s not the kind of moment people post about. But it’s real. And often, it’s the most honest moment in a healing journey.

I remember a season where “getting up” didn’t mean making art or finding clarity. It meant brushing my teeth. Opening a window. Answering one text.

Everything in me ached. Not physically, but existentially. Like I had sunk so far into myself, I forgot where the surface even was.

And yet… I kept crawling.

That crawl is what kept me alive.
That crawl is what got me here.

Sometimes we think healing must look like momentum; like a sunrise after a storm.

But it rarely does.
More often, it looks like patience. Resistance to collapse.
The stubborn decision to keep going, even when you’re not sure why.

Rising isn’t a one-time act. It’s a thousand tiny choices.

And if today, all you can do is crawl…
Crawl with your eyes half-open and your heart half-b…