You’re not meant to return to who you were

You’re not having an identity crisis… you’re having a soul remembering — The kind that cracks you open.

The version of you that once existed was shaped by survival, by fitting in, by doing what was necessary to be loved, to be safe, to be accepted.

Underneath all the masks and the roles you learned to play, your essence has never changed.

It has only been waiting.

Waiting for you to remember. Waiting for you to be ready to stop running from your own truth and start walking home to it.

Coming home to yourself is not a linear journey. It’s messy and raw and often achingly beautiful.

It asks you to let go of the stories that kept you small and the dreams that were never really yours.

It invites you to soften to become more honest, more wild and more alive.

This is the great unlearning and return: not to an old self, but to a deeper one.

One who trusts her own knowing.

One who is no longer performing but being.

Come home. Not to the last but to you 🫶🏽