This is incredibly powerful. Daring to allow oneself to be held when doing that exact thing has caused so much pain in the past is such a resonant theme alive in my life right now as well. Thank you for sharing your words. 💜
Oh God woman who are you? I have that very picture on the stone winged woman in my phone I love it. Thankyou for sharing, I love the image of you in that dress. Stunning you are gorgeous. Yes there is powerful energy rising up from the earth at the moment. Go woman, I cant wait to hear whats next for you. Go forth.
This is such a brave naming of the part most people skip over — not the descent itself, but the terror of needing care and not trusting it will be there.
The way you weave Inanna’s story with your own lived history makes that question ache: who waters the ones who pour themselves out? That recognition doesn’t feel abstract here; it feels earned.
What lands hardest is your honesty about how isolation can become armor, and how surrender isn’t about collapse, but about letting yourself be seen without being taken from. That’s a profound unlearning. This feels like a threshold moment — not denying the past betrayals, but choosing to believe that reciprocity is still possible.
Thank you for writing this so openly. It holds so much truth, and so much becoming.
This is incredibly powerful. Daring to allow oneself to be held when doing that exact thing has caused so much pain in the past is such a resonant theme alive in my life right now as well. Thank you for sharing your words. 💜
Thank you
Oh God woman who are you? I have that very picture on the stone winged woman in my phone I love it. Thankyou for sharing, I love the image of you in that dress. Stunning you are gorgeous. Yes there is powerful energy rising up from the earth at the moment. Go woman, I cant wait to hear whats next for you. Go forth.
Thank you!
This message is so palpable and potent 🤍🔥
Thank you 🙏🏼
This is such a brave naming of the part most people skip over — not the descent itself, but the terror of needing care and not trusting it will be there.
The way you weave Inanna’s story with your own lived history makes that question ache: who waters the ones who pour themselves out? That recognition doesn’t feel abstract here; it feels earned.
What lands hardest is your honesty about how isolation can become armor, and how surrender isn’t about collapse, but about letting yourself be seen without being taken from. That’s a profound unlearning. This feels like a threshold moment — not denying the past betrayals, but choosing to believe that reciprocity is still possible.
Thank you for writing this so openly. It holds so much truth, and so much becoming.