You were not born to be a refugee in your skin…

You were not built to be a refugee in your own life, in your own skin…

And that part of you, the feral and in tune with her primordial nature, your wild and unapologetic True Self got buried so you could be taken seriously.

And you question yourself…

Is this actually the Life I desire or did i just execute someone else’s idea of success?

You built the respect, the life that looks undeniable from the outside.

And yet.

You wake up frustrated, agitated, anxious, quietly wishing you could escape the reality you built.

You latched on to an identity that made you palatable so you didn’t rock the boat. Or you’ve normalized being called a cold b•tch even when your inner good girl feels the sting.

That made you feel safer and less threatening And yet you feel the cost of that in your body every single day.

What terrifies you is being truly seen without your accomplishments as armor.

That deeper intimacy feels like something for another lifetime.

It’s too exposing.

Because deep down, deeper Love (with yourself or others) … terrifies you more than failure.

You can handle a bad quarter after all, money gave you safety. It also gave you walls you don’t know how to take down.

You were meant to build your business and live it with joy, with your whole system online

With desire and pleasure.

Without the masks or wounds.

Without codependency or emasculating.

She’s been waiting.

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