Her Quiet Becoming

  🌙 “Sometimes silence says more than any words could. In the stillness, truth rises, and peace finds its way back to you.” There are moments in life when words simply aren’t enough. Not because there’s nothing to say, but because the depth of what you feel cannot be captured in sentences. In these moments, silence steps forward — not as emptiness, but as a language of its own. It speaks through the stillness in your breath, the pause between heartbeats, the gaze that lingers longer than words can manage. Silence is not weakness. It is not surrender. It can be the deepest form of strength — the choice to hold back when you could lash out, to listen instead of interrupt, to give space for truth to reveal itself. For women, especially, who are often expected to explain, justify, and constantly be “on,” silence can be a radical act of self-preservation. In the quiet, you learn to hear your own voice more clearly. Without the noise of constant opinions, you reconnect with what you ...

  🌙 “Letting go of past versions of yourself is its own kind of grief. But in the mourning comes space for who you’re becoming.” There’s a quiet grief that accompanies growth. It’s not loud. It doesn’t always show up in obvious ways. But it lingers in the in-between moments, in the soft sighs, and in the space between who you were and who you're becoming. It’s the ache of letting go of the woman you used to be. The one who kept herself small to avoid conflict. Who silenced her voice to feel accepted. She overextended herself, hoping to finally feel worthy. You may not always recognize it as grief. But it’s there. In the heaviness that comes with unexpected tears. In the tug of nostalgia for a version of you that no longer fits. In the bittersweet pride of becoming stronger and realizing what it cost to get here.  The truth is: she was doing the best she could. She carried burdens quietly. She gave more than she had. She stayed in spaces that no longer served her,...