02/22/2026
🌅💫 I'll never forget the day I realized the people I thought would be there forever had quietly disappeared—and complete strangers had shown up to catch me when I fell.
It was one of those moments that cracks you open and rearranges everything you thought you knew about love, loyalty, and belonging.
I was at rock bottom.
Not the pretty, Instagram-worthy kind of rock bottom where you post a vulnerable caption and everyone rushes to tell you how strong you are.
The real kind. The ugly kind.
The kind where you're crying in your car at 2 AM wondering how you're going to pay rent, questioning every decision you've ever made, and feeling so alone it physically hurts.
I'd just left my teaching job to pursue numerology full-time, and let me tell you—nobody was throwing me a parade.
The friends I thought would celebrate with me? Silent.
The family members I thought would understand? Concerned and distant.
The people who said they'd "always be there"? Suddenly very busy.
I remember texting my best friend from college, someone I'd known for over a decade, someone I thought would GET IT.
I poured my heart out about how scared I was, how I needed support, how I just needed someone to believe in me.
She responded three days later with "That's nice, good luck with that."
That's when I realized—sometimes the people who know you the longest don't actually see you at all.
They see who you WERE, not who you're BECOMING.
And they can't support a version of you they refuse to acknowledge exists.
But here's where the magic happened.
Right when I felt most alone, the universe started sending me people I'd never met.
A woman from an online numerology group who sent me a message saying my post about angel numbers changed her life.
A stranger at a coffee shop who overheard me talking about my business and offered to help me set up my website for free.
A client who became a friend, who checked in on me every single week to make sure I was okay, who believed in my gifts before I fully believed in them myself.
These people didn't know my history.
They didn't know the "old Lily" who played it safe and stayed small.
They only knew THIS Lily—the one brave enough to leap, messy enough to be real, and vulnerable enough to admit she didn't have it all figured out.
And somehow, that was enough for them to show up.
Not out of obligation or shared history, but out of genuine connection and belief in who I was becoming.
I used to think it was sad that the people who "should" have been there weren't.
But now? I see it as the universe's way of making room.
Making room for the people who are MEANT to walk this path with me.
Making room for connections that are based on who I am NOW, not who I used to be.
Making room for strangers who become soul family because they see me, truly see me, in ways the people from my past never could.
The universe doesn't send you people randomly.
It sends you exactly who you need, exactly when you need them, even if they arrive in the most unexpected packages.
That client who became my biggest cheerleader? She was struggling with the same leap of faith I was.
That stranger at the coffee shop? He was building his own business and understood the terror and excitement of betting on yourself.
That woman from the online group? She needed to hear that someone else was scared too, that someone else was doing it anyway.
We were all sent to each other because we NEEDED each other.
Not because we had matching LinkedIn profiles or grew up in the same town.
But because our souls recognized something in each other that said "you're safe here, you're seen here, you're supported here."
So if you're reading this and feeling abandoned by the people you thought would always have your back, please hear me.
You're not being rejected. You're being redirected.
The universe is clearing out the people who can't celebrate your growth to make space for the ones who will.
And I promise you—those strangers who are about to walk into your life?
They're going to love you in ways you never knew you needed.
They're going to show up in ways the people from your past never could.
They're going to see the real you, the becoming you, the brave you—and they're going to stay.
Not out of obligation, but out of choice.
And that kind of love? That kind of support?
It's worth every moment of feeling alone before they arrived.
Have you ever had a stranger show up for you when the people closest to you didn't?
I'd love to hear your story—who did the universe send you when you needed it most? 👇🌅
