02/19/2026
I didn’t realize coming home would awaken my 16-year-old self.
She’s been whispering to me in quiet moments…
not in chaos, not in noise — but in stillness.
She told me what she needs:
rest
a reset
patience
softness
to be listened to
to be respected
And for the first time… I didn’t try to silence her.
I sat with her.
I’m learning that healing isn’t always loud.
Sometimes it looks like slowing down.
Sometimes it looks like honoring the parts of you that never got a voice.
So if you’ve been feeling tender lately…
if old versions of you have been showing up unexpectedly…
maybe they’re not here to disrupt you.
maybe they’re here because they finally feel safe with you.
Today I’m not rushing my healing.
I’m holding her hand.
And maybe you can hold yours too. 🤍