Sit with me.
You are not alone.
Just sit.
It's okay.
It's okay.
Perhaps right now you're struggling with the way the world is.
The way it makes you feel.
How perhaps you don't fit in.
It's not you though.
It's not you.
It's how people have set the world up.
Perhaps you are more natural.
More free-flowing.
More ocean than stone.
And when you are that person.
Soft.
Intuitive.
Open-hearted.
In a world that prizes edges.
And speed in sound.
You can feel like you're swimming upstream.
With wings made for air.
You can feel trapped.
Tangled and lost.
And like you are the only one who feels that way.
But you are not.
You are not alone.
There are others.
Quiet hearts.
Hidden in loud rooms.
Other souls who ache the same way when they see the sky change colour.
Or hear an old song that speaks to a part of them that no one sees.
There are others who feel too much.
Love too deeply.
Need rest in a world addicted to rush.
You are not alone in this sacred slowness.
You are not broken for being sensitive.
You are not weak for needing space.
Maybe the world is loud.
Because it's scared of the silence.
The kind of silence where we might meet ourselves.
Where we might hear our truth.
Where we might look in the mirror without doubt.
But come back to yourself.
Come back to you.
A mask covering up the truth of you but who is underneath?
Do you know?
Have you spent so long being who other people need that you have forgotten the shape of your own soul?
Maybe you're wild and free.
Maybe you were made for mountains and starlight,
Bare feet and open skies.
Not meant to feel trapped with no air to breathe.
Not meant to carry the weight of a thousand expectations.
But still,
You hide it so well.
You hide you.
And maybe that hiding was once your safest place.
Maybe you had to,
Just to survive.
So honor that,
Don't shame it.
The mask once protected the softest parts of you.
But now,
Now it's time to peel it off gently.
It's time to come home.
Close your eyes.
Breathe in.
Not the shallow breath that you've been taught to take.
But deep into the belly.
Into the parts of you that rarely feel seen.
Breathe in again.
This time breathe in love.
Breathe in safety.
Breathe in the truth that you do not need to earn your worth.
You never did.
And as you exhale,
Let go.
Let go of the noise.
Let go of the names they called you and the names you've called yourself.
Let go of the story that says you're not enough.
Let go of the armor that no longer fits.
You don't need to hold it all anymore.
You were never meant to.
Now feel the sunlight warming your skin.
The wind whispering its secrets through your hair.
The ground solid beneath you.
Still holding you.
Always holding you.
You are loved.
You are so loved.
Even when you don't feel it.
Even when the ache is louder than the truth.
You are so deeply,
Completely and irrevocably loved.
Your sensitivity is not a flaw.
The depth of you is not a weakness.
Your softness is not a burden.
They are your gifts.
They are how you will find your way home.
Can you see it?
The shimmer underneath the surface of your skin.
That's you.
That's your truth.
Your light.
Your soul rising.
Maybe you don't need to fix anything.
You just need to remember.
Remember who you are.
Remember who you were before the world told you who to be.
Remember the way your heart used to beat when you danced without fear.
Remember the dreams you tucked away because someone said they were too much.
You were never meant to be small.
You were never meant to be dim.
So come into the light now.
Not the harsh,
Demanding light of perfection.
But the soft,
Golden glow of you.
Let it touch your face.
Let it pour over you.
Let it show you that you're already everything you thought you needed to chase.
You are not behind.
You are not late.
You are blooming exactly on time.
And from this place,
This stillness,
This remembering,
Ask yourself gently and lovingly,
What do I need right now?
What would nourish me?
What would feel like love?
And listen to the world's answer.
To your world's answer.
The voice that speaks with kindness and not criticism.
The one that feels like you.
The one that feels like the truth is you.
You never left.
You only waited.
You are worthy of knowing yourself.
Not the version of you they wanted,
But the real one.
The wild one,
The soft and brave and beautifully imperfect one.
The one who cries when the moon is full.
The one who laughs at nothing in particular.
The one who feels like the sea,
Deep and endless and full of hidden treasures.
You don't need to earn your place here.
You are the miracle.
You are the light.
And you are the love you've been searching for.
So when you're feeling low,
Sit with you.
And when you cannot sit,
Lie down.
Rest your head at the ground hold you.
And know this.
You are never alone.
You are not wrong.
You are not broken.
You are you.
And see the world,
The real world.
The one made of stardust and soft places and people who see.
Come home.
We need your light.
