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Maybe it was quiet at first. Maybe it came in a flood. Maybe you're still not sure what’s happening—but you know something’s changing.
Maybe it was quiet at first. Maybe it came in a flood. Maybe you're still not sure what’s happening—but you know something’s changing.
The story of resurrection is not reserved for gods or saints. It is written into your soul—and it repeats itself every time you're willing to die to who you were.
I am the one who walks both shores— The one who drank the river and did not die.
When the urge comes—to numb, to run, to disappear—this is a ritual to come back. To your body. To your breath. To your truth.
For over thirty years, I lived by logic. Then I unraveled. This is the story of how I stopped trying to be perfect—and started becoming whole.
I used to believe darkness was the enemy. Now I see it as sacred. This is what it taught me—about truth, love, the child inside me, and the way home.