This is For The Woman on The Edge of Her Becoming

There’s a version of you that’s whispering beneath the surface.
She doesn’t shout.
She doesn’t rush.
But she’s getting louder.

And you’ve started to feel her.

In the way your old life makes your body ache.
In the way your ‘shoulds’ no longer seduce you.
In the way you wake up thinking… there has to be more than this.

You can’t always explain it.
But you know.
You’re meant for more.

More space.
More truth.
More f*cking you.

But goddess, I see the weight of what you’ve carried:
The good girl mask.
The gold stars.
The invisible labour of making sure everyone else feels okay.

You’ve been everything to everyone
but have you truly been anything to yourself?

That’s the ache.
That’s the invitation.
That’s the soul-knocking-at-the-door moment most people ignore.

But you?
You’re not like most people.

You’re intuitive.
Emotional.
Powerful as hell — even if you haven’t let yourself go all the way there… yet.

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OFH Prompt:
What are you tolerating that your soul is screaming “no” to?

Because you’re not too much.
You’re not behind.
You’re not broken.

You’re just becoming.
And the edge you're standing on?
It's not the end.
It’s the beginning.

Let it all fall away.
Let the real you rise.

Start to OFH.

M x