Some days healing doesn’t look like growth.
It looks like dirt under your nails and a bottle of tequila in your hand.
Not to numb.
Just to stay.

This is for the moments when you don’t want to process, fix, manifest, or rise.
When prayer sounds more like swearing.
When God feels close but life still feels heavy as hell.

Gracefully Feral is where you stop performing strength.
Where you sit in the mess without making it mean anything yet.
Where being still counts as survival.

You don’t have to want more today.
You don’t have to understand anything.
You’re allowed to just be here.
Breathing. Existing. Not quitting.

Faith doesn’t always look clean.
Sometimes it looks like trusting God while lying flat on the ground,
too tired to stand,
too honest to pretend.

This space isn’t about becoming better.
It’s about letting yourself be human
until the next breath comes on its own.

Gracefully Feral is soft and wild.
Faithful and feral.
Held and undone.
Rooted even when you’re face-down in the dirt.

Stay awhile.
No fixing required.