26/11/2025
✨ 𝗥𝗲𝗳𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗗𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝗛𝗮𝘂𝗻𝘁 𝗬𝗼𝘂 — 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗙𝗶𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗟𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗧𝗶𝗺𝗲
I thought I was just going for a drive.
A getaway.
A pause.
A breath of space from everything I've been through this year.
But life — or Spirit, or fate, or karma — had other plans.
After all, this is a year where cycles end.
And this wasn’t a detour.
It was a summons.
And so I walked into the very place I thought I’d never return.
I stood before the man who once nearly killed me —
Not metaphorically.
Literally.
The man I married.
The man I escaped.
The man I outlived — even though he’s still breathing.
He didn’t know I was coming.
He had never had a visitor.
He could barely breathe.
He smelt of neglect.
He hadn’t shaved.
Hadn’t showered.
Three years in that care home room —
And I was the first one to walk through the door.
I looked into the eyes of the man who made me curl into closets, hide behind doors, try to disappear.
But this time —
I didn’t flinch.
I didn’t shrink.
I didn’t collapse into the old version of me.
I was not his wife.
I was not his victim.
I was not his anything.
I was a Soul Midwife, called to witness and close a contract.
I was a Priestess, standing in truth and compassion —
Not for his comfort, but for my completion.
He said, “I’m sorry it didn’t work out.”
And I said, “Yeah. Me too.”
But we both knew...
That wasn’t the apology I deserved.
And I didn’t need it.
Because I didn’t go back to be soothed.
I went back to be sovereign.
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There’s a lie we’ve been told:
“𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗽 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗼𝘄.”
But no.
I did 𝐧𝐨𝐭 sow violence.
I did 𝐧𝐨𝐭 sow betrayal.
I did 𝐧𝐨𝐭 sow the trauma my daughter endured under that roof.
What I did — was survive.
What I did — was rise.
And what I did — was return, in full circle, to end what once tried to end me.
This wasn’t about making peace with him.
It was about making peace with me.
And when people say I should go back again, that I brightened his day, that I should do more —
I say:
𝗜 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗱𝗼:
I showed up.
With clarity.
With compassion.
With no need to rescue or be rewarded.
I faced my past.
And walked away — whole.
This is what 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 looks like.
It’s messy. Sacred. Wordless.
But now…
I begin again.
🪷 𝓐𝓵𝓱𝓪𝓶𝓭𝓾𝓵𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓱 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 🤲🏼
