There comes a moment — quiet, unmistakable — when you begin to sense that something isn’t yours. The thoughts, the fears, the definitions you’ve lived by. You can’t quite name it yet, but you feel it: the weight of an authority you’ve never truly consented to. This piece is a mirror held to that moment. Not to provoke outrage — but to call something deeper forward. Something you’ve always known.
Tag: breaking conditioning
This is not a guide, and it’s not meant to teach or preach. It’s a remembrance. A meditation on what we’ve lost, what we’ve been taught to forget, and what calls to be reclaimed. We move through life absorbing so much — beliefs, rules, limits, identities — not realizing we’re carrying stories that aren’t ours. This reflection is a kind of unweaving. A peeling back of the layers. A way to speak directly to the soul and remind it: you were always more than this. You still are.