Coming Back to Me

There’s a particular kind of tired that doesn’t come from lack of sleep. It comes from pretending. From swallowing words you don’t mean, smiling when your stomach is doing cartwheels, and nodding along to things your soul already filed under “nope.” And honestly? I’m over it. I want my life to feel like mine again. So I am taking action because it’s a fundamental human right to.

My plan? A few simple steps.

Step 1. I am lifting my vibration.
Yes, candles are lovely. Yes, crystals are shiny, but they make me feel like a magpie with spiritual ambitions. But vibration isn’t about aesthetics — it’s about what I am carrying.

My vibe lifts when:

  • I stop dragging guilt like an IKEA bag with a broken handle.

  • I stop living in conversations that only exist in my head.

  • I stop shrinking because someone else is loud.

High vibration isn’t “I never get sad.” High vibration is:
“I get sad, I feel it, I learn, and I don’t build a permanent house there.”

Step 2. Positive thinking that works sounds like:
“This sucks, and I’m going to be okay.”
“I don’t know the next step, but I’ll find it.”
“They disappointed me, and I can still choose peace.”

It’s not slapping a smile over a crack in the wall. It’s acknowledging the crack and knowing you have hands, time, and tools.

You don’t need to be sunshine 24/7. Even the sun clocks off. And nobody calls it a failure for setting.

Step 3. Speaking my truth: gentle doesn’t mean silent.
Speaking my truth isn’t yelling. It’s not making speeches. It’s not “winning.” It’s not abandoning myself in the moment to keep other people comfortable.

From now on, speaking my truth is:
“That doesn’t work for me.”
“I’m not available for this.”
“I need time.”
“Please don’t talk to me like that.”
“No.”

Short. Clean. No apology tour.

I am in a phase of unlearning. I was trained to be “good” more than I was taught to be whole.

Step 4. I am going to stop decorating people — and see them for who they really are.
I am guilty of seeing what I hope is there. I decorate people with potential. I put glitter on red flags.

The truth is revealed in:

  • consistency,

  • how someone treats you when you’re inconvenient,

  • how your body feels after you’ve been around them,

  • what keeps repeating.

I am going to listen to patterns. Listen to energy. Listen to my gut.

Step 5. I am going to cope with life moving forward (without going numb).
Life doesn’t pause while I catch my breath. Coping isn’t about controlling everything. It’s about letting go and living with uncertainty without it destroying you.

I am naming my season:
“I’m in a rebuilding season.”
“I’m in a grieving season.”
“I’m in a learning-to-trust-myself-again season.”

I am going to choose my next true thing. Not my five-year plan. Not a reinvention montage. Just the next honest step.

I am going to protect my energy like it’s a toddler near a pool. Because it is. Sleep, food, music, movement, silence, boundaries — these are my charging cable.

Step 6. The goal isn’t perfection. It’s lightness.
I don’t have to become a different person. I just have to stop carrying what isn’t mine. I now see people clearly because clarity is kindness to me.


And then?  What's next? Move forward. Not because everything is fixed. But because I am alive, and that’s not a small thing. It’s electric. It’s ridiculous. It’s holy in the most human way.




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