I wholeheartedly believe in the power of perception—that emotions are fleeting, and the reality we experience isn’t always the truth. The picture show playing in our minds? Not necessarily the best version of reality.
I remember sitting in therapy, telling my therapist that I was done. Done with my partner. Done with feeling bad. Done with being stuck in a jobless situation that made me feel small. I knew that at any moment, everything could shift—but I wasn’t in control of when or how.
And then, she dropped a word I wasn’t expecting.
Codependence.
We hadn’t talked about it before. She just threw it out there, almost casually. What the eff was that about???
That word hit something deep. And it led me back to a truth I already knew but hadn’t been ready to accept: healing was within me.
I wanted to believe I could just flip a switch and change my emotional state, but I wasn’t there yet. I was tangled—caught in my emotions like a ball of yarn, wrestling with myself to feel better. Because controlling my partner, my family, my circumstances—even the weather (lol)—was not possible. Or if it was, it definitely wasn’t sustainable. And it sure as hell wasn’t healthy.
So, I did what I had done many times before. I went within.
There was a time—another life, almost—when I had lived alone, prioritized my mental health, and even had a dedicated meditation room. Back then, I knew what I had to do. And now, I realized it wasn’t just about meditating.
It was about prioritizing feeling better.
It was about tending to myself. Soothe myself. Love myself. Heal.
So I researched. And in less than a day, I made the decision:
🌿 Tomorrow morning, I would sit and breathe for 15 minutes. No trying to “fix” things. No strategizing. No organizing, list-making, or running through solutions. Just letting go.
For those 15 minutes, I would fall back and trust—trust that my mind knew what to do. Trust that I didn’t need to figure it all out.
And on that first morning of surrender—of coming back to myself—something surprising emerged.
Hope.
Hope that I could save myself from the suffering I was unknowingly putting myself through.
How I Did It
It became a self-care ritual, something sacred.
Not something to hack, optimize, or “make more productive.” Just something to honor.
I carved out a space for myself where I wouldn’t be disturbed. And for 15 minutes every morning, I gave myself the gift of trust.
Trusting, truly trusting, like I never had before.
Because I finally believed—deep down, wholeheartedly—that the answers were within me. That underneath all the mental clutter, self-doubt, and overthinking, there was something deeper:
My intuition.
My wisdom.
My mind, always working to support me—even when I had spent so much time doubting it.
And that? That was the beginning of real healing.
