I need you to put your hand on your chest right now.
Feel that.
That is not just a heartbeat.
That is proof.
Proof that you are still here.
Still becoming,
Still alive inside this body that has carried so much.
Your body is not betraying you.
Your body is transforming you.
The heat you feel,
The sleepless nights,
The emotions that rise without warning.
That is not your body breaking down.
That is your body burning away.
Everything that no longer belongs to you.
You are being refined like gold,
Like fire,
Like a woman who has finally decided to take up all the space she was born to fill.
This season is not the end of you.
This is the initiation of you.
The woman on the other side of this is freer,
Softer in the places that matter,
Stronger in the places that count.
You do not have to suffer through this alone.
You do not have to pretend you are fine.
You are allowed to say this is hard and still believe I am going through this.
To be okay.
Because you are.
Your body knows what it is doing.
Your ancestors walked this road before you.
They made it and so will you.
Rest when you need to rest.
Cry when you need to cry.
Ask for help when you need help.
You're not weak for any of that.
You are a woman in the middle of her becoming and that is one of the most sacred things I have ever witnessed.
You are healed.
You are seen.
You are not alone.
