The rain hits different these days. It doesn’t just fall—it speaks. It moves through me like a message. A cleansing. I feel change in my chest, in my throat, & in the pit of my stomach. It’s heavy. It’s real. It’s here.
The old me is gone. I don’t mourn her—I honor her, then release her. She carried what she could, but I’m not her anymore. I shed the version of me that kept shrinking to survive. I’m stepping into something brand new.
This transition demanded everything from me. I faced my shadow self. I confronted karmic ties head on. Toxic friendships, trauma bonded relationships, fake family dynamics, & people who only knew how to take. I met them with clarity, not fear. I chose truth, even when it hurt.
So much energy pulls at me lately. I feel it when I wake up. I feel it after I post. The stares, the envy, the projections—they’re louder now that I’m visible. When I was quiet, they were quiet. But I show up anyway, & because of that, I protect myself more fiercely. I cleanse myself constantly. Through solitude. Through silence.
Through the rain.
The rain makes me emotional. It brings memories to the surface, but also washes them away. It reminds me how far I’ve come. How much I’ve let go. It feels like the earth is crying with me the last couple of days.
The month is almost over. A new energy waits just around the corner, & I can feel her calling me. A new identity. A new chapter. I don’t know the details yet, but I know it’s on the way.
I’m proud of showing up every day. Proud of myself for writing through it all. But I’ll be real—I miss being hidden. I didn’t realize how many eyes were on me until I started standing in my power. Now I’ll move smarter. Quieter. With protection.
Summer is near, & I have so much planned—so much I’ve planted that’s finally starting to bloom. I’m not just growing—I’m becoming.
I am focused. I am renewed. I am divinely guided. The rain doesn’t break me—it baptizes me.
This time, I’m stepping into the storm on purpose.
