I choose to heal the wounds of my body, mind, and soul daily.

Healing sounds like an event and behaves like an errand.

The choice is rarely dramatic. It is not sending the message you drafted at midnight. It is turning up to the appointment in a week when you feel fine and would rather not talk. It is going to bed at a reasonable hour when staying up would be more entertaining.

Each takes about ninety seconds, and none of them feels like healing while it is happening. Repeated across a year, they are the entire mechanism. Big recoveries are small choices stacked up where nobody was counting.