12/02/2024
Every now and again, as you're in the middle of becoming everything you've worked for and everything you thought you were supposed to be, life forces a great UNbecoming on you. A time where you un become all of the things you are, were, thought you should be. The storm you weather rips every preconceived notion of yourself off the foundation and scatters it to the winds. When the storm is gone, all that's left is raw, real, often battered and bruised, essence of you and a ghost of who you were.
This isn't a time of destruction and chaos, though it often feels that way. It's a time of reflection and calm, quiet lucidity. A time to see the pieces of everything you built yourself up to before, and evaluate how you want to rebuild again.
The unbecoming is painful and raw and lonely at times, feeling sometimes as if it will never end. It often feels as if it will never stop stripping the pieces of you away, like it will take and take until there is nothing left. Although I promise you, it does stop.
Everything you are is not gone, only deconstructed. The most important parts of you, the foundation of who you are, were, and most importantly who and what you are to become are still there ✨️
Feeling lost and sad and weakened and sometimes even hopeless is normal, but the foundation is still there.
