To the woman who’s healing…

This is for the woman who is healing, deciding to do the hard work.

You realized that unless YOU do the work, those old patterns will keep repeating.

You’re tired of feeling stuck, hitting that wall you’ve hit soooo many times before.

It’s that quiet, trembling realization that maybe the common denominator in all the pain isn’t everyone else—it’s your own unhealed wounds.

It’s terrifying, isn’t it? The way truth can land in your chest like a stone and a key at the same time.

You’re not broken for needing healing. You’re brave for finally being honest enough to realize it.

There’s a version of you that learned to survive by performing strength.

She smiled while dying inside.
She over-explained, over-achieved, over-loved, over-gave.
She stayed busy so she wouldn’t have to feel.
She made herself indispensable so she wouldn’t be abandoned.
She got good at hurting others before they could hurt her. 
But deep down, she knew: the problem wasn’t just about them.

It was about the parts of her still standing in the ruins of something that happened long ago…
The little girl who was told love had to be earned.
The teenager who mistook attention for affection.
The woman who kept trying to prove her worth to people who were never capable of seeing it.

And now you’ve finally stopped running.

This is where the real healing begins.

The work will not be easy. It will not be linear. 

Some days you’ll wake up glowing with self-awareness and grace. Other days, you’ll wonder why you ever started digging up all this shit again.

But keep showing up here.

Because what you’re really doing isn’t “fixing” yourself, it’s rescuing the parts of you that got left behind.

You’re becoming whole again, one honest conversation, one ugly cry, one restoration at a time.

The relationships and experiences that broke you showed you where you were still bleeding. Now it’s time to stop handing the knife to anyone else. You don’t need to be perfect to be worthy of love. You just need to be present.

Come.

Show up for the woman you’re becoming the way you’ve always shown up for everyone else.
Hold her hand when she shakes.
Speak gently to her when the shame whispers.
And remember this healing process is not a punishment.
It’s leading you to freedom.

There will come a day when you sit across from someone who meets your softness with safety, your honesty with grace.

And you’ll realize you didn’t have to fight for it. You only had to heal enough to believe you deserved it.

Until then, keep showing up.

Do the work. Choose to bring it all into light, even when the shadows beg you to hide, even after you’ve self-sabotaged the process, even when you don’t feel like going, even when the shame sets in, even when the light at the tunnel disappears again, it’s all part of the process, really. 

It’s all going to be worth it. 

With love,
—Someone who has been there, who’s still in it, and believes we’re going to make it through