I’ve Never Had Surgery_But My Mind Has
I’ve never been under a scalpel. No operating rooms, no stitches, no scars at least not the kind that show.
But I’ve had a different kind of surgery: one that wasn’t performed by doctors but by time, pain, healing, and growth.
There were days when my mind felt broken overwhelmed by anxiety, cut open by trauma, or weighed down by invisible wounds. I didn’t go under anesthesia, but I did have to numb myself just to get through.
Therapy became my operating table. Conversations replaced scalpels.
Tears flowed like antiseptics, and slowly, healing began.
So no, I’ve never had “surgery.”
But if you count the rebuilding of a broken spirit and the rewiring of thoughts that once harmed me
Then yes, I’ve had surgery. Many times.