Pain often arrives in waves, relentless and sharp. Yet, between these waves lie the spaces that are easily overlooked: the pauses, the quiet stretches, the moments where nothing happens. It is in these gaps that subtle healing begins.

These spaces do not erase hurt. They do not rush closure. They offer something quieter: the possibility to breathe, to feel without judgment, to notice the fragments of life that remain unbroken. A soft breeze through a half-open window, the steady hum of distant voices, a chair pulled close to a warm fire—these small markers of continuity remind us that life persists even amid suffering.

For those navigating difficult terrain, the spaces between hurt become crucial. They allow reflection, small restoration, and the gentle reweaving of self. In these pauses, resilience is quietly practiced. In these gaps, one learns that survival is not just enduring pain but inhabiting the spaces that follow, however fleeting they may be.

Perhaps the true art of healing lies not in avoiding hurt, but in recognizing and inhabiting the spaces between it. What moments of quiet have offered you healing when pain was most present?