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For centuries, women have been choosing everything but themselves. And now, we’re starting to see a shift, women choosing themselves fully, instead of chasing emotions, people, or places outside of them.
It’s a big step. Maybe not something that creates instant, visible change overnight, but it’s a beginning.
Sometimes I think… maybe this is what the Earth has been waiting for. For so long, she’s been in constant giving, constant nurturing. And maybe now, something is rebalancing. Not just within us, but in everything: how we relate to each other, how we relate to the world around us.
Because women were never really taught who they are. Not fully. What we’ve been told, what we’ve been shown for generations, that’s not the whole truth. And now, more and more of us are starting to see that, to question it, to figure out who we actually are underneath all of it.
And that kind of shift doesn’t stay small. It changes everything.
It changes how we date, how we show up in relationships, in marriages, in motherhood, even in the way we work and move through life. There’s this quiet reclaiming happening – of power, of energy, of self. Calling it all back. Learning how to feel whole and safe within ourselves.
And when I say “women,” I don’t mean gender in the strict sense. I’m talking about feminine energy, anyone who carries that more strongly.
All the suppression, the conditioning, the ancestoral programming, the expectations… they’re starting to crack. They don’t hold the same weight anymore.
And honestly… how is that not a huge step in our evolution?
So many of us are focused on purpose, on the mission, on where we’re supposed to end up. Always chasing results, working toward something. It’s a very goal-driven way of living… very masculine coded.
But what if we tried something different?
What if we actually let ourselves enjoy being here?
We’re so used to escaping ourselves. Through distractions, through other people, through constant doing. But what if we slowed down and actually connected with ourselves? Let ourselves be seen, held, heard, accepted… by us. Just being present, without needing anything else.
How often do we really ask who we are, without anyone else’s story mixed into ours?
There’s something in us that wants to be discovered. A natural pull toward wholeness, toward understanding ourselves more deeply. And somehow, us, the creators of your own realities, always find a way to take us there, even if the path isn’t always gentle. Even if, to the conscious mind, it feels messy or painful.
That’s where those emotional breakdowns, those hard moments, come in. As uncomfortable as they are, they push us to see what we’ve been doing to ourselves… and eventually, to choose differently.
We all carry desires that make us human. Some of us feel this strong need to help, to fix, to heal, to be useful. And because of that, it can feel almost unnatural to just exist without a mission.
But what if the mission isn’t something to achieve?
What if it’s simply to enjoy being here without guilt?
We’re infinite in a very limited experience. And part of that experience is learning to accept our desires, to feel, to enjoy what being human actually offers. To accept our bodies, their limits, and still love ourselves deeply, even when we feel like we don’t fully belong anywhere.
Maybe that’s okay.
Maybe we’re not here to constantly chase something, but to create from a place of wholeness instead. To choose ourselves, to move with self-love, and to step out of the loops we’ve been stuck in: the ones that were always there to teach us something in the first place.
And once we actually learn it… we don’t have to stay in them anymore.
Sometimes I still don’t fully believe in this whole other side of life I’ve discovered… even though, deep down, I think I always knew. In some quiet way. But what I ended up experiencing went way beyond anything I could’ve imagined.
All I remember is asking, really asking, to be shown that there was more than this. I was watching The Matrix again during the first Covid lockdown, and I literally begged to be taken out of it. In my head, I thought it would happen like in the movie, a phone call, Morpheus or Trinity showing up to pull me out.
That’s not what happened.
What came instead was the beginning of a long, painful journey.
I found Kundalini Yoga through Carrie-Anne Moss, and it felt like some kind of destiny. I loved Trinity growing up. Honestly, as a straight woman, she was probably the only character I’d ever been “in love” with. I wanted to be her. So when I saw the work she was doing with her online community, it just felt… meant to be.
That year, 2021, I really started going inward.
Then I met someone, and my spiritual path took a sharp turn into Christianity. I got pulled into the structure of it. The rigidity. The right-wing mindset. The control. The whole idea of how a woman should behave: be a good wife, a good mother. I tried to fit into that. I thought I wanted it. My mom kept telling me that wasn’t my path, but I didn’t listen.
Then I met someone else. And that’s when things got… dark. Not immediately, but soon enough.
The nightmares started. Sleep paralysis, night after night. I felt tied to someone on a soul level, but our energies didn’t match at all. I just didn’t want to see it. I went even deeper into Christianity, trying to make sense of everything.
I stopped going out in the sun. I sat in the dark with no lights on. I got pale. My hair got darker. The nightmares didn’t stop. I went through moments that felt like attacks, sometimes where I genuinely didn’t want to be here anymore.
I’d escape to the mountains whenever I could. The cold air calmed me down. But at the same time, there was a part of me that just wanted to disappear completely. Buried under snow. Gone.
I loved the cold because heat made everything worse. It triggered my already overwhelmed nervous system and forced me to feel emotions I didn’t want to feel.
And then I met him.
Things didn’t magically fix, but something started shifting. I slowly – very slowly started moving away from that rigid, perfectionist mindset and started allowing myself to just be. Not fully, I still didn’t know who I was, but it was a start.
My relationship with the sun, the sea, with warmth and summer… it started healing too. I became less judgemental, less negative. A little lighter. He had this energy, like sunshine. Being around him made it hard to stay in the dark.
But I was still unhealed in a lot of ways. I wanted control. I wanted things my way. I didn’t fully understand him, and I didn’t always respect his feelings or perspective. I can admit that now, I was selfish in ways I didn’t see back then.
Before things ended, I made a New Year’s resolution. I remember thinking: I want to be sunshine. I want to flow. Be calm. Flexible. At ease. I don’t want to be rigid. I want to be free.
I had already started working on my attachment issues, but I didn’t realize how much deeper it went: how much of it was rooted in the past, in ancestral patterns, and in my ways of thinking. I noticed that every time I opened up to him about my past, something in me would heal. For that alone, I’m grateful.
When it ended, I remember saying to the universe: “if we’re meant to be, we’ll both heal in ways we didn’t think were possible. We won’t be allowed to forget each other. And our paths will cross again when we’re aligned.”
I forgot I even said that. But looking back now… I got exactly what I asked for… the healing part. Because this was nothing like I thought was possible.
After it ended, I went even deeper into myself. I took all the love I had for him and started pouring it back into me.
Then something unexpected happened and I woke up.
Out of nowhere, I started knowing things I had never known before. I began to understand what the “Matrix” actually is, not in a literal sense, but energetically, mentally. I started learning about energy, consciousness, what exists beyond what we can see.
Something inside me activated. It started clearing things out: blockages, layers. It felt like it happened in stages. First clearing, then deeper clearing, and eventually… everything opening up in a way I can’t fully explain. It felt like I was completing karmic lessons I came here to learn.
I faced my patterns, really faced them. It wasn’t pretty. It was uncomfortable as hell.
I had dreams, visions, physical sensations that made no sense to the logical mind. And through all of it, I started understanding what this journey was really about: Inner Union.
Balancing the energies within. Becoming calm. Becoming peace. Realizing that I am love, and so is everyone else. Understanding energy, frequency. Learning how to quiet my overthinking mind. Letting go of control. Surrendering to my own path instead of trying to force different outcomes with my thoughts and emotions.
My emotions became less intense. I felt more stable. More aware. I could see how my energy, my thoughts, my state, everything, was shaping my reality.
Ironically, I gained control by letting go of it.
My mind is more disciplined now. I don’t feed every thought anymore. I used to create full-on scenarios in my head like little movies with people I know. Now, when my mind starts doing that, I catch it and shift my focus.
There were moments where everything felt so heavy, like I was stuck in a fever dream I couldn’t wake up from. But each time an illusion broke, each time I let go of an expectation, I woke up a little more… until eventually, I let it all go.
The stories. The attachments. The past. The future. Parts of my identity.
Now I feel lighter. I feel like I’m flowing with myself instead of fighting myself. I dance. I sing. I do things because I want to, not for anyone else. I feel free.
There’s a balance in me now. The feminine part of me feels safe enough to open, to soften, to just be. And the masculine part of me: he’s grounded, steady, he is not running. He holds that safety so she can exist fully. And there is so much love between them.
Last night, I felt something I hadn’t felt before.
I felt safe. Completely safe. The kind of safe I used to only feel in his arms. I never thought I’d feel that on my own. But I did.
My body was calm. My nervous system relaxed. I felt at home… with myself. Just like I felt when I was around him…
And that changed everything.
Because I used to chase that feeling when I didn’t have it (aka in long distance, or more like whenever I was not around him.) I had already started giving it to myself… but reaching the stage where it felt like exactly like that feeling I was chasing… only happened recently.
That’s what made all of this worth it.
I love myself now. I make myself feel safe. Both sides of me: my masculine and feminine, feel seen, held, and at peace within me. And my inner child too, of course.
And for the first time, my feminine energy didn’t want to leave. She stayed. She felt at home here.
That’s new for me. That’s big. Because for someone like me who prefers having out of body experiences and easily access those states… staying inside my body was always… veryuncomfortable, until last night.
And this is what people mean when they talk about Inner Union.
A part of me still feels like he reflected my inner masculine back to me in physical form, or at least that’s where I started loving myself from. That’s why it felt so safe, so familiar, like home. But now that I’ve embodied that within myself… it’s like being in a deeply safe, loving relationship, just with myself.
And honestly?
That might be one of the most important things I’ve ever found, and I wouldn’t have changed a thing now that I have this.
And I’m going to enjoy being in a healthy relationship with myself. This stage of feeling safe, at home, joyful, happy and in love with myself. Because honestly? I frigging deserved this.
There came a point in my life where I finally let go. After all the purging, the emotional waves, releasing the past and everything my old selves had carried… I reached a kind of inner peace. A quiet place where I could just enjoy my own energy, without needing distractions. I started noticing when I was giving too much of myself away, and learning how to pull that energy back. Setting boundaries, not just physically, but energetically too. And honestly, that feels really good.
There’s a calmness in that space that nothing and no one else has ever been able to give me. And it made me realize how much of my life I spent searching for that feeling outside of myself, when it was always there.
Getting here wasn’t easy. I resisted it. I ran from myself. I avoided facing things… until I couldn’t anymore.
At some point, the illusions just fell apart. My heart opened, but for it to open, the pain had to move through me first. We hold onto so much in this life, without even realizing it. And the more we let go, the lighter we become.
Somewhere along the way, I met someone who really valued his peace. At the time, I couldn’t even wrap my head around that. I didn’t understand it, because I had never actually felt it myself. Now I do.
It’s kind of funny, if someone had told me two years ago that I’d be here, I wouldn’t have believed them. Not even a little. I held onto that old version of myself for so long. Letting her go was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. I loved her. She felt everything so deeply. She tried to control things, yes, but she was also warm, nurturing, and full of love. Soft. A little naive, maybe, but real.
And somehow, in letting her go, I found myself again. A version of me that feels more aligned. More… true.
One thing I’ve learned is that this isn’t a straight line. You don’t just “arrive” and stay there forever. You reach a certain place, then life brings something new, and you step back a little, learn more, and grow again. It’s a cycle. Over and over, but each time with more awareness.
The quieter your mind becomes, the closer you feel to yourself. And that overthinking voice, it doesn’t need your attention all the time. Not every thought deserves your energy. You can notice it, stop the thoughts, be comfortable with the mental silence, and come back to your center. That takes practice. Discipline, even. But it changes everything.
It’s not easy, but it’s worth it.
Because that’s where flow begins. When you stop trying to control everything, stop forcing outcomes, stop overthinking every possibility. When you let life move, instead of constantly trying to direct it.
Without creating alternative roads in our path with the power of our thoughts and emotions, surrender happens.
Letting go of how you think things should look. Letting go of the need to control. Coming back to yourself: your core, your truth.
And maybe the real work is learning to trust that. Trust where you are, and where you’re being led, without needing to map out every step. Trusting the path your soul chose before you came here.
Staying present. Again and again. Calm, peace, zen, being the love and light we are.
At some point along the way, you realize this was never about anything outside of you. It was always about coming back to yourself.
You start to see that the guidance, the signs, the dreams, the intuition… it was all coming from you. And you wonder how you spent so long thinking your life was being controlled by something external. Conditioning, probably.
The world we grow up in doesn’t exactly encourage you to see that you’re the one creating your life. But at some point, it clicks: your choices shape everything. Your lessons, your future, your karma.
I realized I’d been stuck in something I created for myself – a kind of loop designed to teach me one thing: how to let go. And letting go has never come easily to me. Not even as a kid.
So I made choices, consciously or not, that kept bringing me back to that lesson.
The last one was the hardest. Like I hadn’t fully learned it before.
There was someone who became a turning point for me. Not because he taught me anything directly, but because meeting him changed everything. My old life, the version of me I used to be, it all just… fell away.
At the time, it felt like I was losing myself. I grieved that version of me so deeply. But my mom said something that shifted how I saw it: not death – purification. That word stayed with me. It felt more honest. Like I was clearing something out so I could start again.
It hasn’t been easy. Some days I still struggle. Some days I crave comfort, or want to run. But I’ve realized I wasn’t running from anything external, I was running from myself. And you can’t outrun that, no matter where you go or who you’re with.
I’ve also had to face the fact that some of the things I went through were harder than they needed to be. Not by accident, but because I didn’t love or choose myself the way I should have. That realization hurts.
And then there’s this other side of me that woke up with so much fire. Anger, even. Like something inside me finally refused to be controlled anymore. The part of me that was told to be quiet, to behave – that part burned away. And all I wanted was freedom.
So I left. I walked away from the biggest lesson of my life.
It was beautiful, and it was brutal. And it wasn’t easy, nothing about it was. I think part of me believed that if I avoided it enough, everything would finally feel lighter. Easier. But that’s not really how it works.
What I was actually doing was giving myself space to rebuild. To let my nervous system catch up. To become strong enough not to break in the same ways again.
And now… it feels like I’m starting over. Not completely from scratch, but close enough. A clean slate, in a way.
This time, I’m choosing myself.
I’m learning how to give myself the love I used to pour into everyone else. The kind of love that feels big, expansive, like it could reach the stars. But it has to start with me.
And that’s going to be its own challenge.
I’m someone who naturally takes care of others first. So learning to take care of myself, to set boundaries, to stop overgiving… that doesn’t come naturally. Some people are born knowing how to do that.
One of the softest, most life-altering realizations is this: At some point… you stop looking for love. Because you realize… you are it.
Like a quiet knowing that settles into your bones. You are love. You are light. You are peace. You are that calm you kept searching for in people, places, moments.
And it’s almost funny, in a gentle, cosmic way… how long you might have spent looking for it outside of yourself. In connections. In cities. In timing. In “maybe this time it will feel right.”
Until one day it just… clicks. What you were searching for was never out there. It was always moving within you, waiting for you to slow down enough to feel it.
And then the realization deepens. Not only do you have love within you, you are the source of it.
Like this quiet, glowing field… a soft, radiant bubble of light that doesn’t need anything to exist. It just is. And naturally, it expands. It spills. It reaches.
It turns into warmth, into presence, into something others can feel without you even trying.
From there, love stops being something you chase or earn, or run from. It becomes something you are, and therefore something you share. Effortlessly.
It becomes safe to feel your heart again. Safe to open. Safe to soften. Safe to dream without holding back. Safe to imagine. Safe to share.
You start remembering that you’re allowed to be joyful.
To dance. To sing. To exist in this lightness without questioning it. Joy returns. Happiness is felt like a little warm bubble dancing in your heart.
And somewhere along the way, you realize… You were never missing anything.
You are made of both sun and moon. Fire and softness. Expansion and stillness. A quiet union of everything you once thought was separate. You are a star born out of perfect harmony. You are the cosmic love story you’re looking for.
We are one. Unity. Connected. Life is an opportunity, and life is beautiful.
And yes, you are strong enough to hold all of it.
So gently… let it. Let the love move. Let the light expand. Let the calm settle where it always belonged. Let yourself fly to the stars. Into cosmic expansion.
Peace was never something to find. It was always something to return to.
You live on the 3rd floor of a slightly chaotic apartment building. Below you? Questionable shop. Loud offices. Energy that feels like someone is always arguing about invoices. Fear runs the shop. Dark.
Your floor? Noisy neighbors. Doors slamming, TVs blasting, someone always emotionally spiraling at 2am. Peaceful? Not exactly.
Now… You discover there are more floors.
On the 4th floor, people are calm. They meditate. They journal. They casually discuss their dreams over tea like it’s normal behavior.
5th floor? Full-on soft hippie energy. Everyone’s kind, emotionally available, probably hugging trees and each other. You feel oddly safe there. Connection runs the show.
6th and 7th? Penthouse vibes. Minimal, pastel colors, soft lights, quiet people who don’t say much, but when they do, it’s exactly what you needed to hear. Annoying, but impressive.
8th floor gets… interesting. Dark walls, cool decor, very little noise. Feels like time doesn’t exist there. People are calm, logical, not overly emotional. It’s giving astronaut energy. Floating, but grounded. Peace, but make it intellectual. They just know things up there. No need for Google.
9th floor? Cosmic. Galaxy vibes. Slightly rebellious. These people do not believe in authority, but somehow feel deeply connected to everything. It’s empathetic with boundaries. It’s healing. You don’t question it.
10th floor is bright. White, gold, silver. Feels like identity matters less up there. It’s less “who am I” and more “what am I here to create?”
11th floor? Angelic. Light-filled. People there feel like they’re on a mission to bring something good into the world. You automatically lower your voice when you walk in.
12th floor… penthouse of all penthouses. Everything and nothing at the same time. Unity. Silence. No questions, just… being.
And then there’s you. Back on the 3rd floor. But here’s the thing: you’ve been upstairs.
You’ve visited. You’ve seen how it feels. You’ve borrowed a bit of that calm, that clarity, that knowing. You feel the love, the peace.
Your loud mind is on the 3rd floor. You don’t hear it, just like you can’t hear your loud neighbors when you’re hanging out upstairs.
So when you come back down, yes, your neighbors are still loud. The chaos is still there. But it doesn’t hit the same. Because now you know there’s more than this.
And more importantly: you know how it feels. You know how to calm the mind. Because you know how it is when you can’t hear your mind screaming from few floors down. You know silence is more than okay.
That’s the whole point of this building. You’re not trying to escape your floor. You’re learning how to live there differently. You go upstairs, you learn, you feel it… and then you bring it back down with you.
That’s integration. Because no one hands you a permanent key to the 10th floor and says “congrats, you live here now.” You earn it by embodying it.
And that takes practice. We’re here to master energy, not run away from it.
To feel emotions, but not let them run the entire show.
To notice patterns, and choose differently.
To outgrow the stories we inherited, the fears we picked up, the limits we were taught.
At some point, you realize… you actually have more control than you were led to believe.
Your past? It happened. But it doesn’t get to define the rest of the building.
Ego softens. Old identities loosen. And what’s left is… you.
Which sounds simple, until you try sitting alone in a quiet room with no distractions and realize, oh. This is a relationship too.
Being with yourself, fully, without needing to escape, that’s a skill. I learned that the long way.
I started dating myself. Actually dating. Taking myself out, spending quality time, making my space feel safe, warm, like somewhere I wanted to be. I turned my apartment into a place my nervous system could relax in. And slowly, something shifted.
When my energy stopped chasing things outside of me, something inside me stopped running too. That inner push-pull? It calmed down. Inner union. Balance. Stability, consistency, healthy communication, calmness, peace and zen. Zero avoidance, zero chasing. All the things you want in a healthy relationship, right? Now you have it with yourself.
That’s when I started understanding what people mean by “higher self.” It’s not some distant, mystical version of you floating in another dimension. It’s just… you, on a higher floor.
And once you reach that floor: once you become that version, it’s not “higher” anymore. It’s just you.
From there, guidance doesn’t feel external or dramatic. It’s not signs and chaos and decoding everything. It’s quiet. A knowing.
And even your dreams change. Less messages. Less symbolism. More… your mind doing its natural thing. Processing, clearing, organizing.
Because at that point, you’re not constantly looking up for answers.
You’ve already brought them down. And this is one of the things that once you see, you cannot unsee.
To be able to manifest abundance and actually attract aligned opportunities, we need to be able to stay in our bodies. Not halfway in, halfway out. I’m talking no dissociation, no energy body quietly slipping out the back door. Staying in. Centered.
And this is something I’ve really had to learn.
Because leaving my body? That’s been my thing since I was a kid. Getting lost in books, movies, music, dreams, questioning life and reality… It always looked cute from the outside, but it was self-protection. The world felt loud, busy, overstimulating, so I found exits.
And I still catch myself doing it now. Metro rides. Chaotic streets. Loud trains. People gossiping right next to me like I’m not energetically involved (I am, unfortunately). It doesn’t take much for my system to go, yeah… we’re out.
That’s when I clock it. I tune into my inner masculine energy; the part of me that grounds, stabilizes, brings me back into the present moment. Not dramatically, not in the middle of a crowded metro cause I need to leave that environment, but when I get out, when I have space. That energy pulls my floating self back in. Where I belong.
And then I go home. My safe space. My little temple. Calm music, cozy lights, candles, plants, herbal tea… all the things that tell my nervous system: you’re safe now.
Because that’s really what this is, a nervous system game.
Warm lights and tea? Safe cave energy. Bright LEDs, noise, energies all day? Survival mode.
We’ve evolved, but our bodies… not so much.
And I see it everywhere. People running on edge, overstimulated, constantly exposed to other people’s energies, and whether you’re aware of it or not, your body registers all of it.
Like yesterday on the bus. I didn’t listen to my intuition telling me to switch seats before the bus stopped (noted), and a man with a very questionable energy sat next to me. Instantly, my system went into threat mode.
And instead of letting my mind perceive it as a threat, I worked on staying calm. Not labeling it as danger. Letting my body settle instead of feeding it fear.
Same thing with my cycle. There’s a point where I feel anxious, tight in my chest, a bit on edge, and I used to think something bad is about to happen.
Now I know better. It’s a pattern. Hormones. My body doing its thing. And I also know I’m stronger than that wave. It doesn’t get to define my emotional state anymore.
That shift alone? Life-changing.
And then there’s my mind… Always preparing. Rehearsing conversations that haven’t happened. Writing texts in advance. Playing out scenarios like it’s a full production.
All of that keeps me out of the present. So I gently pull it back.
It’s okay not to be prepared for everything.
I’m present in the moment.
It’s safe to open my heart again.
It’s safe to be here. I’m here. I’m calm. I’m peace. I’m love.
Not in a forced, robotic way. Just… reminders. Anchors. Because living in a city that doesn’t fully align with me means my nervous system is working overtime. Instead of pouring energy into creating the life I want, sometimes it’s just trying to keep me feeling safe.
It feels like it’s working extra shifts with no overtime pay. That’s why resets matter. Leaving the city. Being in calmer places. Reconnecting. Even if it’s temporary.
And on a daily basis, I’ve built a space that supports me. A home that feels like exhale. That’s the balance right now. And honestly… this whole journey? It’s not about escaping the body. It’s about mastering it.
Staying, even when it’s uncomfortable. Calming the mind. Not letting every sensation turn into a story. Letting the soul lead: but from within the body, not somewhere above it.
I’ve been asking for guidance on this, (hey my higher self), and I can feel it, the more I stay, the more I stabilize, the more I create from a grounded place.
And baby… that’s where things actually start to move.
Because creation was never meant to happen from somewhere else. It happens from right here.
And now when I honor the part of me that leaves the body when it’s too much for her instead of judging her and perceiving it as failure, my inner child feels safe. She feels seen and understood. Not only my parents didn’t understand her (nor anyone who knew her), I think I didn’t understand her most of my life either. I’m here now.
A little tip: Even if you feel like you don’t have access to your higher self, you can still ask for guidance and help along the way, ask, and you shall receive, even when you don’t know where it’s coming from.
Last night, right before falling asleep, I did something I occasionally do when I’m feeling a little curious about what the night might bring.
I sort of… check in upstairs. Not in a dramatic ritual way. More like a quiet internal message before drifting off: “Alright, higher self. If you’ve got anything interesting tonight, I’m open. Cool visions welcome. Cozy dreams appreciated.”
Usually when I do that, I end up somewhere new. A place I’ve never been in waking life but somehow recognize later when I actually go there. My dreams like to play travel agent sometimes. So naturally, I was expecting some kind of mysterious new landscape.
Instead, I got… a massage therapist from another dimension. In the dream, this strange-looking man appeared. The kind of person who gives off the vibe that he knows things without asking questions.
He walked right up to me and started working on my shoulders and neck. No small talk. Straight to business. And somehow he knew exactly where the pain was sitting.
The moment his hands pressed into those spots, I could feel it leaving. Not just the physical tension, but the emotional stuff too: the old weight that somehow lives in the body long after the original moment has passed.
It was so real I collapsed to my knees in the dream and started crying. Not sad crying. That kind of crying that happens when something heavy finally leaves your system and your body goes, “Oh… that’s what relief feels like.”
I remember saying thank you over and over again while the pain drained out. Then I woke up.
And the first thing I noticed was how light my body felt. Not magically healed, my heart still feels tender, and tight, but lighter. Like something important had shifted a few millimeters in the right direction.
Which makes sense, because I’m currently in what I can only describe as a heart opening phase.
The next couple of weeks are very clearly scheduled for hermit mode. Quiet processing. Emotional housekeeping. Letting things move through the system without rushing them.
My dreams tend to work like that. First I see it there. Then I feel it there. Then eventually waking life catches up. Sometimes the translation is immediate. Sometimes it takes months. Occasionally years. My subconscious clearly operates on its own timeline.
But something else happened this weekend that made me smile. I caught my reflection in the mirror and noticed my eyes looked… different. They looked like they did in 2024. Big. Soft. Sparkly. Open.
For a while that version of me had disappeared. The walls around my heart went up for a reason. Self-protection. When you feel things deeply, sometimes the only way to survive certain seasons is to close the gates for a while.
If I had opened everything all at once back then, I probably would have broken. So the system did what it needed to do. It processed things slowly. Carefully. One layer at a time.
And now those walls are starting to come down again. That nurturing part of me, the one I actually loved the most about myself, is quietly coming back online.
Not because I forced it. Because the timing is finally right.
Another thing I’ve noticed lately is a strange sense of peace settling in about my roots.
The places I’ve lived. The cultures that didn’t shape me, but had me find what I actually loved. The country where I spent eighteen years. The one where I spent nine and a half. The music, the food, the people, the little pieces of identity that come from growing up between worlds.
Even two cultures I spent a good portion of my life actively disliking, those are softening now too, thanks to a dream that shifted my perspective in ways I didn’t expect.
Healing has a funny way of expanding the heart in directions you once swore you’d never go. And it always takes time. Patience. Kind people around you, especially if you’ve been through enough alone. People who see you clearly and treat you with gentleness. People who understand your past without using it against you.
When that kind of environment exists, something beautiful happens. You start blooming again.
Not because you’re chasing something. Not because you’re trying to prove anything. Simply because you’re ready.
And I suppose that’s the quiet truth underneath all of it: Before anything can bloom… the roots have to feel safe in the soil first.
There’s a very specific state your system can land in. The frequency of alignment. Like everything inside finally sitting in the right seat.
You’re not chasing anything. You’re not running either. You’re just… there. Trusting yourself. Not gripping life. Not clinging to outcomes. Not trying to force anything open. Just moving with things as they move.
Flow, basically. But the real kind, not the Instagram caption version.
Heart open. Mind clear. Body grounded. All systems online. I call it the union frequency.
You can actually feel where you are in your system if you pay attention to the colors that show up when your energy moves.
Green signals heart. Blue, indigo, purple; upper centers. Awareness, intuition, perspective. Yellow, orange, red; the lower centers. Grounding. Safety. Life force. Being human.
When everything is open at the same time, the whole system starts humming like a rainbow. When you look at light, whether it’s the sun, candles, car headlights, or street lights… you see the colors of the rainbow, crystalized. It’s different than before. I’m talking colorful geometry unlocked when you close your eyes, babe. Light. Balanced. Alive. Not tilted too far into the sky, not stuck too deep in survival mode.
That’s the frequency. Home frequency. And before anyone imagines a permanent state of glowing enlightenment: absolutely not.
Life loves throwing small tests the moment you touch that sweet spot. You finally feel balanced and the life goes, “Great. Let’s see if she can keep it when something annoying happens.”
Holding that frequency takes practice. Because before you stabilize there, the system usually goes through… a lot.
Dark nights. Purges. Emotional detox. Energy moving through places that have been closed for years. Old memories leaving the body. Sometimes gently, sometimes like a spiritual housecleaning that forgot to warn you.
Eventually, though, something shifts, and you start recognizing your own energetic weather.
You know when you’re centered. You know when something knocks you out of alignment. And most importantly, you know how to come back. That part changes everything.
On my own path, this frequency has been… central.
Back in February I noticed something uncomfortable: certain interactions knocked me right out of it. Destabilized. Soul breaking. At first that felt like failure. Later I realized it was actually the most helpful part of the process.
Because that destabilization did three things at once. It showed me exactly what my heart wanted. It removed the last doubts from my system. And it forced me to become stronger than I had ever been.
Which brings me to the part I knew was coming, and when, I just didn’t know how: The heart opening phase. This is where the union frequency actually settles. Where it lives. And for that to happen, the heart has to be strong enough to stay open.
Mine… had been closed for a while. Not intentionally. Just self-protection. There had been a lot of pain sitting there since 2024, quietly taking up space.
So the system did what systems do. It processed it slowly. Layer by layer. If everything had opened at once, it would have destroyed me. And that was never the point.
Little by little the pain started leaving. And something surprising replaced it. Love. A lot of it.
Honestly more than I had allowed myself to admit existed in my system. Feeling my heart again after such a long time was… overwhelming. Not too painful anymore. Just very big. Very real.
Turns out you need a stronger nervous system to hold that much love than you do to hold pain. No attachments. Because if I felt this love whilst being tied to outcomes… I’d be chasing things outside of myself again. I am strong enough in my power to simply stay. That was the real lesson.
Strength isn’t about surviving darkness. It’s about being able to hold the light when it arrives. And my dear, you are light. Made of the sun and the moon.
Because the love sitting in that space feels ancient. Deep. Bigger than one lifetime’s worth of experiences. So yes, it’s still bringing tears. But I know my tears heal my system, and eventually others’.
Partly because I know I’m processing more than just my own emotions. Some of us seem to carry a bit extra in the system. But maybe that’s the point. Becoming strong enough to hold yourself. And sometimes, quietly, to hold space for others too.
Good Feelings Club 