Assertive Intuitions

I’m not hungover from a night out.
I’m hungover from surviving.
From choosing myself.
From letting my body rest after surgery.

Wet hair.
Slow movements.
Combing with intention.
Arms wrapped around myself like, “I got you now.”

I can’t take a bath yet…
but I can sit on the edge of the tub.
Soak my feet.
Massage my legs.
Love on every part of me that carried me through.

This is healing.
This is self-care that doesn’t rush.
This is devotion to the body that said yes to rest.

The sweetest hangover is waking up
still here
still soft
still choosing me.

✨ Hug yourself today.
✨ Love on yourself today.
✨ Healing doesn’t always look dramatic—sometimes it looks tender.