“5 Gentle truths “
It’s a soft and sacred remembering from my journey—and I hope one of these truths wraps around your heart like it did mine.
🌿 Truth 1: I Am Not My Body’s Pain.
My symptoms were loud, but they weren’t who I was. The ache, the fatigue, the breathlessness—it all had a voice, but I was still here underneath it. I learned to separate my soul’s essence from my body’s signals, and that was the beginning of peace.
> Gentle Practice: Place your hand over your heart. Whisper: “I see you, body. I love you. I am more than this.”
🌊 Truth 2: Healing Isn’t Linear, and That’s Okay.
Progress came in waves. I would rise, fall, rise again. Learning not to panic in the dips was part of the healing. I stopped measuring my worth by my progress chart—and started celebrating presence over performance.
> Gentle Practice: When you're having a low day, ask: “What if nothing is wrong here?”🌸 Truth
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> 3: I Don’t Need to Explain Myself to Feel Valid.
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> I lost people when I got quiet, when I changed my mind to certain beliefs, when I chose rest over proving. But I gained myself. I stopped explaining, justifying, defending. And in the silence, I found deep clarity.
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> > Gentle Practice: Write down: “Who am I without needing to be understood?”
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> 🔥 Truth 4: My Past Was Not a Mistake—It Was My Initiation.
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> The benzo injury, the religious trauma, the health crashes—they weren’t punishments. They were thresholds. I walked through fire and came out shaped by something holy. I wouldn’t go back, but I no longer curse the road.
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> > Gentle Practice: Close your eyes and bless a version of you that survived something hard.
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> 🌈 Truth 5: Joy Is Allowed Right Here, Even Now.
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> Not when I’m fully healed. Not when I’m successful. Right now. I started painting, dancing in my kitchen, speaking to the moon. Joy didn’t wait for the finish line—it was the medicine itself.
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> > Gentle Practice: Name one thing that brings you joy. Go do it, even for five minutes.
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> 💌my Closing Blessing:
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> Dear friend,
> These truths didn’t come from a book or a degree. They came from the wilderness. From late nights, from broken prayers, from fierce awakenings. If even one truth speaks to your soul, hold it close. Let it light the way forward.
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> You are not alone. And you are not your body.
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> With love,
> Lorene
