When and why did I choose to stay silent to maintain peace in the family?
How old was I when I learned to put the needs of others before mine?
Who ingrained in me that being bone-tired after doing things for others was the way to feel complete?
Why is it normal for me to cry behind closed doors and scream into pillows, but not speak my truth while looking into another’s eyes with tears rolling down my cheeks?
Who gave my own flesh and blood the right to mock me for my contribution to the family?
Why must I censor the words and feelings coming out of my mouth?
Why is it normal to be snapped at, disrespected, and undermined in front of others?
Who taught me that I cannot voice my opinion, and if I do, the other person holds the veto power?
Why does my sense of self-worth come from how I can help, serve, and be there for others?
Where did I learn to strangle my body’s wisdom and suppress my emotions?
I learned it in the womb.
I carry this memory in my cells.
This is lifetimes of abuse.
I experienced it growing up.
Until today… this was NORMAL for me.
As I look at myself in the mirror today,
Grays showing in my hair,
Lines appearing on my face,
I make a promise to myself today:
I love and honor myself completely.
I speak my truth peacefully.
I live each moment as my authentic, queen self.
I fully embody the “I AM” presence of my Divine Feminine Self.
