There’s something profoundly beautiful I recently realized: my healing process has been deeply supported by the minimalist lifestyle I began adopting a few years ago. It’s almost weird how one seemingly simple concept has rippled across different facets of my life, leaving behind clarity, peace, and freedom.
The heart of minimalism lies in reducing possessions, but don’t get me wrong, it’s not about living a sparse, joyless life. Instead, it’s about learning to cherish what truly matters. By shedding unnecessary stuff, I’ve come to understand that the memories we treasure far outweigh the physical objects we accumulate. For sure, minimalism has taught me that wealth isn’t measured by how many things we own, but by the value we find in them.
