✨THE AWAKENING | PART 2THE DEATH OF THE OLD ME
“Let them mourn me. I’m not going back.”
They won't tell you this — but true healing will cost you everything that once made you feel safe.
Not just your pain…
But the identity you built around it.
Not just your trauma…
But the version of you who survived it. Over the last few weeks, I have been silently burying old versions of myself.
- The woman who dimmed her light to make others comfortable.
- The girl who softened her no to say yes out of guilt.
- The woman who tolerated the bare minimum out of fear of losing people.
Gone. All of them.
And I’m not sending flowers.
💀 Funeral of the Familiar
This wasn’t a dramatic event.
No screaming. No explosions.
Just quiet realizations that echoed like thunder:
“I am not her anymore.”
“I don’t belong in that room.”
“That energy no longer feeds me.”
“God didn’t remove them. He revealed them.”
And when I finally stopped resisting,
I saw what that pain was really doing:
Peeling me back to my truth.
🔥 Burned, But Not Broken
Yes, it hurt.
The cold distance. The fake support.
The silence from people I once would’ve bled for. But what once felt like rejection?
Now feels like redirection.
What felt like abandonment?
Now feels like alignment.
Every loss was a release.
Every ending — a sacred invitation.
🌒 I Had to Die to Finally Live
When you start choosing yourself, you lose people who only benefited from your self-abandonment.
When you stop explaining yourself, they say you’ve changed.
And when you truly rise, they say you’ve become too much.
Let them say it.
Let them mourn me.
I’m not going back.
🕊 I Am the After
I am the soft rage of survival.
I am the quiet bloom after the burn.
I am the woman reborn through fire, through grief, through undeniable truth.
The old me?
She served her purpose.
But I’m walking into rooms now that she only dreamed of.
With head high.
Heart whole.
Spirit awakened.
✍🏽 Journal Reflection
- What version of yourself have you outgrown, but are still trying to carry?
- Where are you staying out of loyalty to your old wounds?
- What would happen if you let her go?
I don’t owe the past anything.
The future is calling — and she’s fierce.
She’s free.
She’s me.
Let them mourn me.
I AM NOT GOING BACK.