Settle in and know that you have arrived.
At a place of healing and safety.
You are listening to The Heart Mender.
Guided sleep meditation for sadness relief and comfort.
Tonight you get to be the mender of your own heart.
This meditation is for you.
The one who has been carrying something heavy in their chest.
The one who has been going through the motions of the day.
Carrying a silent E.
Follows closely behind you like your shadow.
Whether you are grieving the loss of a relationship.
The slow drifting apart.
From someone you care deeply for.
Or the painful recognition.
That a connection simply could not meet your needs and match your energy.
The space is for you.
As you settle,
You will not be asked to be strong or to make sense of anything.
You will only be invited to slow down,
To breathe.
To check in with yourself.
And tend to places that deserve softness.
Finding pockets of safety.
You will begin to mend the parts that need it most.
Gentleness.
With presence.
And with a deep unshakable love.
That has been living inside of you all along.
So find yourself wherever you are most comfortable.
Let your body be heavy.
Lean into every bit of support you find here.
It's time to dream away.
Welcome to Michelle's Meditation Sanctuary.
I am Michelle.
And as you listen.
I hope you think of my voice as the voice of your greatest advocate,
Your ally,
Your cheerleader.
Someone who is genuinely wholeheartedly in your corner tonight.
I'm not here to tell you what you should feel or how long this should take.
I am here to sit with you.
Right in the middle of it.
And help you find your way.
Back to your beautiful self.
Throughout this life.
I have known the persistent ache of releasing myself from relationships.
That simply could not meet me where my heart desired.
And the deep quiet of saying goodbye to those who now live only in my most sacred memories.
I come with wells of empathy.
Hoping to conjure those same wells in you.
So that you may soothe yourself tonight with compassion.
Free of judgment.
Full of deep understanding and brimming with warmth.
Our hearts can find great healing in relationships with others.
But the most vital relationship of all.
The one that is always available.
Always present.
Always yours.
The one you keep with yourself.
Tonight I would like to invite you into a very sacred role.
Tonight.
You are the Heart Mender.
You are the keeper of this one precious body.
The singular.
Irreplaceable life.
And right now,
You are choosing to offer it something extraordinary.
Your time.
Your attention.
And the gift of deep healing as you drift toward sleep.
Whatever tenderness you have given so freely to others.
Pour it here.
Whatever compassion you have saved.
Whatever patience.
Whatever grays.
Let it travel home to you tonight.
Be your own best friend.
Because you are just as worthy of receiving the love you so generously pour out to others.
That love belongs to you first.
Let's take a few moments to wind down.
Say hello to parts of yourself.
As if reconnecting.
On a long overdue visit.
Let out a sigh.
And with it set your intention.
For feeling a little better.
And then take in a slow,
Full breath through your nose.
Expand your chest.
Feel space open up around your heart.
Beautiful generous space.
And release through your mouth.
With a long,
Slow exhale and a sigh.
Again,
Breathe in slowly.
Letting your belly rise as you fill with air.
And breathe out.
Letting the weight of the day fall away from you.
With every breath.
Feel the surface beneath you.
The way it holds your weight.
Without question.
Without condition.
There's nothing you need to do right now.
Accept exactly this.
Breathe.
Rest.
Merci.
Bring your awareness to your jaw.
Often without realizing it.
We hold our grief there.
Quiet clinch.
A held back word.
An emotion that never quite made it out.
Let your jaw soften.
And fall open just slightly.
Let your tongue relax.
Let your lips part with ease.
Release any tension in your throat.
Any words left unsaid?
And a word swallowed to keep the peace.
No need to do that now.
You may be completely authentic with how you feel.
Now your shoulders.
So much is carried there.
Worries to do's.
Invisible unpaid labor.
Of holding everything together.
With your next exhale.
Let them drop.
Let them release.
Let them be done with carrying excess weight.
Feel your chest.
Your heart space.
Rather than moving away.
From any tenderness you feel there.
Breathe directly into it.
Expand into that ache.
Like a hand that opens for receiving.
Instead of clenches and withdraws.
You don't have to make it go away.
You have a chance to be present with it.
And in your presence.
Something begins to shift.
Allow your belly to rise and fall freely.
Release any holding in your hips.
Let the full length of your spine surrender to the support beneath you.
You are safe here.
Your nervous system.
And stand down.
There is nothing to brace against tonight.
Your entire body.
From the ground of your head.
The soles of the feet that carry you through each day.
To the hands that reach for something more.
Softens.
And releases.
And in that softness.
You begin to explore the love that lives inside of you.
All the love you have poured into others.
Is now redirected.
To fill you up.
There are times when this affection poured into connections.
That leave us feeling hollow.
Channeling our energy.
Errol our affection.
As we try to feel something.
That cannot be filled.
Like precious water.
Poured into a bottomless sinkhole.
And that feeling.
May cause you to forget.
You are enough.
There is nothing wrong with the feelings you carry.
Your love was not the problem.
Channel it was flowing through.
Simply could not hold it.
And using the canvas of your mind.
Envision redirecting that current.
All that feeling.
Every drop of it.
Has a place to go.
It turns gently.
Like a river finding a new course.
And it flows back home.
Back to you.
Back to the heart.
Where it all began.
The heart that has been working faithfully for you.
Whole time.
Even on the hardest days.
We begin there.
With gratitude.
Think for a moment.
About your capacity.
Take care.
Warmth that rises in you.
The concern you extend so naturally.
To the people you hold dear.
That ability.
Feel deeply and openly.
To reach toward another person with your heart.
Is extraordinary.
It is yours.
It has always been yours.
No loss can take it from you.
No heartbreak can diminish it.
You loved and that means you are loved.
You are someone capable of great love.
Let yourself feel proud of that.
Let yourself feel grounded in its way.
Cleansed by its purity.
Allow this idea to gently settle.
Trying it on to see how it fits.
Approach your grief.
As if it were love.
That's lost a place to go.
The end.
Is simply proof.
Of what you gave.
Honor it.
And then gently.
.
.
Tenderly.
Let's that love begin to turn toward you.
See it flowing in vibrant bands and rivers.
Undulating in the quiet of night.
To fill you up.
Breath by breath.
Heartbeat.
By heartbeats and I want you to imagine now.
That you are sitting somewhere quiet.
Warm candles flicker around you.
You are cozy.
Swept up by the timeless peace of this room.
That is perfect for feeling at ease.
A pen is in your hand.
And the most beautiful stationary.
You've ever seen.
Is on a table before you.
Your fingers brush against its velvety texture.
Paper as in your favorite hue.
Perhaps even hand-made.
Soft,
Tattered edges.
Embedded embellishments.
Or maybe it's this.
Sturdy.
In a safe,
Quiet place.
Perhaps a favorite reflective album softly plays.
And the evening breeze kisses your skin.
From an open window.
You write yourself a letter.
No longer needing to wait to hear the words from another.
No longer being the one.
To send these words out to others.
You write this love letter to yourself.
This letter.
You say all the things.
You've needed to hear.
The things you still long to hear.
Feel the acknowledgement.
Thoughtfulness.
The words that would have made such a difference.
You no longer wait for them.
To come from anywhere outside of you.
You write them yourself.
Because your voice.
.
.
Your opinion.
You are knowing.
Carries more weight than any other.
You will have the longest relationship of this lifetime.
With yourself.
Your words matter most.
So pick up the pen and write to yourself now.
In the sanctuary in your mind.
You're right.
I see you.
I see how hard you have been trying.
I see how much love you carry.
You are not too much.
You are not too little.
You are exactly.
.
.
Perfectly.
And now.
The ink effortlessly glides across the paper.
Your unique penmanship as you write.
You are worthy of love that shows up for you.
You are worthy of love.
That is steady.
Warm.
And real.
And that love is coming.
So many forms.
Because you are the kind of person.
.
.
Who love.
Naturally fine.
You're right.
Thank you.
For being you.
In your most authentic version.
You are safe.
Your health going to be okay.
So much more than okay.
Let these words settle into you slowly.
Like moonlight moving through rippling water.
You are worthy.
You are love.
You are whole even in the places that feel broken right now.
Especially in the places that feel broken.
For that is where the light gets in.
Breathe that in.
Feel your heart beat along with support.
And now gently.
Guide your awareness away from your thoughts.
And down.
Deep down into your chest.
Travel inward now to visit your heart.
Show up with love.
The way you would.
For anyone you deeply care about.
Feel the rhythm of your heartbeat.
That faithful,
Tireless drum.
It has been beating through every hard day.
Since the very beginning of you.
It's been beating through every sleepless night.
Every moment when you smiled on the outside.
And ached on the inside.
Your heart kept going.
Just for you.
Without ever being asked.
Without recognition.
Just faithfully beating.
Giving you light and sending energy to all the parts of your body that depend on it.
Thank you.
Genuinely.
Quietly.
Thank your heart.
Thank it for keeping you going.
When you didn't know how.
You would keep going.
Now travel deeper.
In your imagination.
Into the chambers of the heart.
Drift slowly.
Through its soft,
Warm,
Interior light.
There is no need to run.
Simply explore.
The way you might move.
Through a beloved,
Familiar home.
Looking gently for the places.
That need a little TLC.
And here,
You find them.
The frayed edges.
Places that feel tender to the touch.
Perhaps a chamber.
Holds the memory of connections.
Perhaps a place.
.
.
Aches with the shape of someone.
Who is no longer near.
Is the other places.
Where things feel worn.
Or cry.
Are in need of mending.
Moving slowly.
Kindly.
Prepare to simply take it all in.
And know the healing begins now.
Your hands come prepared.
Handling beautiful materials.
To help repair the chambers of your heart.
Soft,
Strong fabrics.
In the colors of healing.
Warm Rose.
Silk and gold.
Deep soft cream.
Threads of extraordinary resilience.
Fine and luminous.
Patches made with care.
Healing balms.
Something cool and soothing.
For the places that are still in flame.
Still a little raw.
Move with ease and patience.
Devotedly finding places that aid.
You find the spots that have rained.
And you bring the edges back together.
Slowly carefully.
Stitch by stitch.
Take all the time you need.
Honoring the journey that brought you here.
Finding your resilience.
Seeing how your needs matter.
And you honor each one.
With every tender touch.
When something feels hollow.
You place a patch with care.
Pressing it gently into place.
Holding it there for a moment.
Feeling it settle.
Feeling it bind.
Smooth over the rough edges.
With your healing balm.
Where it touches.
There is a quiet relief.
The kind that doesn't erase the memory.
But softens it somehow.
Creates a little distance.
Makes it easier to breathe around.
And the places that still ache.
You simply hold.
Cup them in both hands.
The way you would hold something fragile and precious.
And you say to them softly.
.
.
You are love.
You do not have to be healed.
Be worthy of love.
You are loved right now.
Exactly as you are.
Sit with that for a moment.
Let the mending continue.
At its own gentle pace.
Even as your attention softly drifts away.
Your awareness lifts.
Light as a breath.
Away from this inner world.
And upward.
Exploding until you find yourself.
Somewhere entirely new.
You are in a bedroom.
Unlike anything familiar.
The room floats in a celestial expanse.
Enclosed yet open to the night.
A vast,
Shimmering canvas.
Deep purple.
Blue blast Alive with stars.
And you are safe.
In the center of it.
Tucked into its peaceful promises.
Reminded of the limitlessness of the universe.
Which can absorb all you wish to release.
Right now.
Feel held by its expansive beauty.
The room glows with candlelight.
Soft flames that flicker in the dark.
And throw gold across every surface.
The fabrics around you.
Are in deep,
Rich rest.
And the softest petal pinks.
Velvets and silks.
Feel like an embrace.
Above you.
A sheer canopy billows slowly in the night breeze.
Gossamer fabric.
Drifting and lifting.
Opening to the stars above.
And in this space.
You are both sheltered.
And open to the universe.
This is yours.
This moment.
This floating sanctuary.
This wonder.
It belongs to you tonight.
Let your body sink deeper into this bed.
Feel the warmth wrap around you.
The cool ozone touch your skin.
Your heart.
Freshly tended.
Rests easy in your chest.
You can feel the difference.
Lighter.
More open.
Something that was wound tight.
Beginning to unspool.
It doesn't have to be dramatic.
Sometimes healing is just the gentlest exhale.
Feel the quiet.
Strong opening.
Of a heart that has been mended.
And knows it will mend again.
A heart that has love.
And learn.
And is now gently becoming ready to receive.
And as you dress.
Your heart and mind.
Open to all the love.
What will come to you again?
In so many forms.
A warm smile.
And the loyalty of our friends.
In the hope of a sunlit morning.
In your own voice.
Speaking kindly to yourself.
And connections yet to come.
Ones that will meet you where you are.
Ones that will hold what you offer.
Love in all its renewable.
Infinite abundance.
May come back to you.
Living in you.
Reflecting back to you.
From the world.
You move forward from here.
With two things at once.
Softness of an open heart.
The strength of someone who knows their own worth.
Boundaries that honor you.
Tenderness that nourishes you.
You do not have to choose.
Between being protected.
And being loving.
Both are yours to experience in harmony.
You are the Heart Mender.
And you have done beautiful work tonight.
Stars above you.
Just slowly past the billowing canopy.
The night wraps around you.
With my softness.
Than you've ever felt before.
There is nothing more to do.
Nowhere to be.
No one to answer to.
Only this Only rest.
Only the long,
Deep exhale.
Of someone who has tended to themselves with love.
Is ready now to sleep.
Let your eyes grow heavy.
Your thoughts become softer.
Less defy.
As they fade away with my voice Drift now.
Into the healing rest that waits for you.
Sleep arrives with the unhurried.
Soothing tempo of the tides.
Coming in peaceful waves.
Given to its inviting touch.
Allowing the waves of sleep.
Carry you out into the softness of the night.
As sleep brings.
More healing and new understandings.
Where your heart may continue.
To men.
Finding love.
Finding serenity.
Finding hope.
It's time to dream away.
