25/11/2025
đLately Iâve been sitting with an uncomfortable truth:
I can be doing the work Iâm born forâŚand still doubt myself so loudly it drowns out my own intuition.
đľâđŤThere are moments where my whole body freezes.
Where my energy drops the second I walk back into my house.
Where I know Iâm powerful, gifted, intuitive⌠yet feel like Iâm moving through treacle.
đŤIn those moments my mind shouts,
âWhy canât you just get it together?â
But my soul whispers,
âYouâre not failing. Youâre rearranging.â
đ¤ŻI forget this isnât happening in isolation.
Iâm navigating real life: the money stress, the home chaos, the sensory overwhelm, the hormones, the pressure of being needed in ten directions while trying to show up for myself too.
Itâs a lot for one nervous system.
đłI forget that deep, soul level work stirs things inside me before it ever lands for anyone else.
Of course I wobble.
Of course I freeze.
Of course doubt rushes in.
đĽ°But then the messages come.
The tears.
The thank yous.
The moments someoneâs whole chest softens after a reading.
The way they feel held, seen, understood.
The way their energy shifts because something I said cracked something open.
đŽAnd every time, Iâm reminded:
Iâm not imagining my gift.
Iâm not making it up.
Iâm not âtoo sensitive.â
Iâm not falling behind.
đIâm growing into a version of myself my old identity canât understand and past versions of me are my loudest critics.
đDoubt doesnât visit people who are here to play small.
It visits the ones who are here to lead, to hold, to transform.
âIf youâre in the same place-tired, stretched, overwhelmed, wondering why you canât see your own magicâŚ
â¤ď¸Youâre not failing.
Youâre becoming.
đŚâđĽAnd becoming is messy.
Itâs emotional.
Itâs exhausting.
Itâs sacred.
Itâs rising from the ashes.
đŞMy doubt isnât a stop sign.
Itâs a doorway.
đAnd Iâm walking through it-shaky, human, open hearted baby steps-but walking all the same and Iâm glad youâre here with me on this journey.
