People love to say, “You’re so strong,” or “I could never survive that.” But truth is, you don’t know your strength until life forces it out of you. I used to think I wasn’t strong either. And then everything crumbled.
What came next was pain I wouldn’t wish on anyone. But here’s what no one tells you: your body, your mind—they carry not just trauma, but the medicine too. When there was no one left to run to, no one to fix it, I found something in me that I didn’t know existed. Not overnight. Not easily. But it was there.
Narratives saved me. Rewriting them. Challenging them. Owning them. And that’s when I finally understood all those quotes—the ones from Rumi, Gibran, all the great mystics who kept whispering that what we seek is already within us.
Now I believe them.
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