I don’t think that part of us is something we “find” once and keep forever. I think it’s something we come back to in small, everyday ways. For me, it starts in the body. Sometimes I literally put my hand on my heart and ask, what do you need right now? Not what I should do—just what’s true. Even tiny answers build trust. Creativity helps too. Not polished—messy, honest expression. Drawing, writing, making symbols for what I feel. It gives that resilient part of me a voice. Nature reminds me I don’t have to force healing. Trees don’t rush, they just keep growing. Something in me works like that too. Connection with other survivors is huge. Being seen in the messy middle, not just the “healed” version, helps me feel less alone and reflects that strength back to me. I also use small rituals—lighting a candle, holding an object and setting an intention. It sounds simple, but repetition starts to rewire something deeper. Same with somatic stuff—slow breathing, grounding, shaking out tension. It’s not dramatic, just consistent. Over time, it tells your body: we’re safe enough now. For me, it’s not about becoming unbreakable. It’s about building a relationship with the part of me that stayed.