A Letter to the Woman on the Edge of Her Becoming

You feel it, don't you?

The hush before the bloom.
The ache in your chest when you
know something sacred is stirring.
The quiet rebellion that whispers,
“Not this. Not anymore.”

You are standing on the trembling
edge of your becoming,
with one hand still touching the life
that kept you safe,
and the other reaching toward the
wild, unknown light of your truth.
It's okay to feel scared.
It's okay to grieve the version of you
that doesn't fit anymore.

But hear me, woman of courage—
you are not lost.
You are not too much.
You are not behind.

You are becoming.

Becoming more honest.
More whole.
More rooted in the fierce love that
has always lived in your bones.

You don't have to prove anything.
You don’t have to earn your worth.
You are allowed to take up space,
to speak with your full voice,
to want more—because you are
more.

So take the next step,
not because you are certain,
but because your soul is ready.

You're not breaking down.
You're breaking open.

And on the other side of this
moment
is a version of you
you've been waiting your whole life
to meet.