An invitation to stay with yourself.

I was sitting on the floor in tears, in a relationship I didn't belong in anymore, looking through my journals from the last three years.

Page after page.

Year after year.

Different days.

Different entries.

The same desires.

The same fears.

The same loops.

The same conversations.

It was painfully clear that I was stuck.

Not because I lacked awareness.

Because I didn't know how to support myself through the change I was so desperately longing for.

That was really difficult to sit with.

As I looked through those journals, I remember wondering...

If someone could read all of my deepest, most unfiltered thoughts, would they be able to see what I was missing?

I knew it was all there. I just couldn't see it clearly.

My resources were limited, but my desire wasn't.

I started wondering if there was another way.

So I began experimenting.
Not because I knew what would work.
But because I couldn't keep having the same conversations with myself.

Slowly, those experiments became a practice. Over time, journaling became something different.

It became less about understanding myself and more about learning how to stay with myself.

This is an invitation into the same practice that slowly taught me how to stay with myself, especially on the days I needed it most.