It is safe for me to want beautiful things again. My dreams are seeds planted in sacred ground. I trust the visions rising from within
- It is safe for me to want beautiful things again.
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My dreams are seeds planted in sacred ground.
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I trust the visions rising from within me. They are not foolish — they are holy.
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I honor the part of me that dares to imagine life beyond survival.
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I am allowed to rebuild, to reshape, and to reimagine my life on my own terms.
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My past does not disqualify me from a bright and abundant future.
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Every small dream I nurture is a prayer answered to the woman I used to be.
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I will not shame myself for wanting more. Desire is proof that life still lives inside me.
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I can move slowly toward my dreams. Slow is sacred too.
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Dreaming is not reckless — it is remembering who I was before the world told me to be small.
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I do not have to ask permission to envision a bigger, softer, freer life.
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My dreaming is a testimony. My healing is a promise kept. My future belongs to me.
🖤 You Are Allowed:
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To dream without having it all figured out.
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To want more even while you’re still healing.
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To dream differently than you did before the hurt came.
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To dream without rushing to prove yourself to anyone.
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To dream without permission, without apology, without fear of being “too much.”
Your dreaming is not a betrayal of the past.
It is a blessing over your future.
Your dreaming does not erase the pain.
It honors that you are still alive enough, brave enough, beautiful enough to want.
🌸 When You Begin to Dream Again:
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You begin to speak the language of your ancestors who believed in freedom they had never seen.
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You begin to stretch your spirit beyond what was done to you.
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You begin to plant seeds in soil that once held only graves.
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You begin to live, not just survive.
🌸 A Whisper for Her Spirit:
Let your dreams rise, beloved.
Let them rise like prayers from the ashes.
You have survived enough storms —
now it’s time to build gardens from the rain.