Category: Healing Journey
🌿 Fasting with Bouillon: A Gentle Guide for Tender Days
Supporting your body through care, warmth, and intention
When we fast for healing—whether for a medical procedure like a colonoscopy or a personal we [...]
đź’” When They Still Protect the Person Who Hurt You
There’s a heartbreak that goes beyond the original harm.
It’s the silence.The excuses.The polite smiles at family gatherings.The messages from mutual [...]
🌼 10 Signs You’re Healing—Even If It Doesn’t Feel Like It
A love note to the Survivor who’s doing the hard work of rising, even when it doesn’t look or feel perfect.
Healing doesn’t always look the way we [...]
đź’¬ 10 Ways Coaching Helps Survivors Reclaim Their Power
A guide for those who’ve survived abuse and are ready to grow, rebuild, and move forward—with support.
Surviving abuse is not the end of yo [...]
🌬️ Anxiety Doesn’t Always Shout: Affirmations for the Survivor Who’s Carrying It Quietly
A gentle reminder that your body’s signals matter—even when the world ignores them.
Some people think anxiety looks like panic.Tears. Hypervent [...]
🌺 Survivor Affirmations Post: “I Am No Longer Waiting for Them to See Me”
A declaration for the Survivor who has outgrown invisibility.
There was a time I whispered, hoping someone would hear.A time I stood still, [...]
🌺 Survivor Affirmations Post: “I Don’t Exist to Be Understood by Those Who Harmed Me”
A reminder for the Survivor who’s ready to stop explaining her healing.
I used to spend my energy trying to be understood.Trying to soften [...]
🌿 Affirmation Post: “I Am Becoming Who I Needed”
A sacred declaration for Survivors stepping into their wholeness.
I am no longer trying to return to who I was before the harm.She didn’t have [...]
🕊️ Affirmation Post: “They Didn’t See, But I Survived Anyway”
A voice for the ones who were never rescued, but rescued themselves.
They didn’t see me.
Not when the harm was loud.Not when the silence w [...]
🌹 Affirmation Post: “My Survival Was Never a Sin”
A sacred reminder for the ones who dared to keep breathing.
My survival was never a sin.It may have looked messy. Loud. Unpretty.But it was [...]