There was a time when I believed wholeness was something I would arrive at — after enough healing, after enough insight, after enough understanding of what had shaped me. It felt like a destination somewhere ahead, a future state I would eventually secure through effort, clarity, or growth. Lately, I’ve been noticing something different. Wholeness does not feel like a finish line. It feels like ground. It shows up in ordinary moments: in the way my breath moves without interruption,…..