What if they never told you how to break open, completely, unapologetically?
What if the very unraveling of you, the falling apart, is the place where your true power lies, waiting for you to claim it?
What if no one ever showed you how to pause in the chaos,
to sit with the wreckage of your own becoming,
and see the sacredness in it?
What if that wreckage is where your wholeness begins?
What if the validation you’ve been chasing,
the approval you thought you needed,
was never the key to fulfillment?
What if all that was just a thief in disguise,
robbing you of your soul’s wisdom,
of becoming so big, so bold, that it scares them,
of remembering who you already are?
What if everything you were so sure of,
everything you built your identity upon,
was nothing more than borrowed beliefs,
handed down like shackles disguised as wisdom?
What if remembering isn’t recalling what’s been lost at all,
but awakening the fire, the sacred rage, the grief,
all those raw, untamed parts of you,
and realizing that they are your most precious gifts,
the power you’ve been searching for all along?
What if the strength you seek,
the peace you long for,
and the deep love you crave,
is not something to be achieved,
but something to be uncovered?
What if it’s already in you,
waiting patiently for you to rise?
And what if the gold in your soul,
the very essence of your being,
the truth of who you are,
has been waiting all along,
waiting for you to come HOME?