11/19/2025
Throughout my life, I became a cactus 🌵 prickly on the outside to protect myself from the loss of my father, grief and abandonment.
It was how I survived.
But somewhere along the way, I started building something softer inside.
A nest.
A sanctuary.
I’ve learned that I don’t have to remove my defenses to create a home within myself.
I can build belonging inside the very places I once guarded.
I can grow tenderness in the middle of the desert.
I can make an inner sanctuary even when the outer world feels sharp.
And in the end, it’s never been about getting rid of the thorns, it’s the presence of self-compassion that brings me home.
If this resonates with you, you’re not alone.
You can build your own inner sanctuary too, I’d be honored to walk with you as you do.
