We should make time to talk more about how messy rebirth can be. It’s not all light and inspiration.It’s grieving what you thought would last.It’s st
We should make time to talk more about how messy rebirth can be.
It’s not all light and inspiration.
It’s grieving what you thought would last.
It’s standing in the ashes of everything that collapsed — and somehow still choosing to breathe.
Rebirth after abuse is not a makeover.
It’s a rebuilding.
A remembering.
A reclaiming.
You are not trying to be who you were before.
You are becoming someone wiser, softer, stronger, deeper — someone your past self wouldn’t even recognize.
And that is beautiful.
💔 Before Rebirth Comes Ruin
There was a moment — maybe several — when it all fell apart:
The relationship ended.
The truth came out.
The mask slipped.
The silence became unbearable.
And you were left with the pieces.
Not just of the relationship or situation — but of yourself.
That part of your life died.
And with it, the version of you who stayed silent, who doubted herself, who thought pain was love — she began to fade too.
🌿 The Slow Becoming
Rebirth doesn’t always feel empowering at first.
Sometimes it feels like:
Isolation.
Deep fatigue.
Questioning everything.
Starting over with nothing but your name and your truth.
And still — day by day —
you begin to gather pieces of yourself.
A laugh that feels like yours again.
A boundary that holds.
A “no” said without guilt.
A morning you don’t wake up with dread.
These are not small things.
They are miracles of return.
You are not just healing.
You are becoming.
✨ Benediction for the Journey: On Rebirth
May you outgrow the cages they built for you.
May you rise softer, stronger, wilder than they ever imagined.
Every scar is a doorway. Every tear, a seed.
You are not returning to who you were.
You are becoming someone new, and she is magnificent.
