You've become incredibly fluent in explaining why you are the way you are.

But you're still the woman explaining.

I know this because I was her.

And if I'm honest, I got fucking tired of listening to myself tell the same story over and over again.

Somewhere along the way, you didn't just experience betrayal. You became the betrayed woman.

You didn't just experience abandonment. You became the abandoned woman.

You didn't just experience anxiety. You became the anxious woman.

You built an identity around what happened to you, and then you spent years trying to heal the identity that the wound created.

That's the trap.

Because what if she was never the woman who needed to be healed?

What if she was the woman who needed to be exposed?

That is the part that breaks my heart.

I have watched brilliant women dedicate years of their lives trying to save the very identity that's keeping them imprisoned. Therapy. Books. Podcasts. Retreats. Certifications. Healing modality after healing modality. Not because they aren't committed. Because no one ever told them they were trying to heal the wrong woman.

You're not loyal to the wound.

You're loyal to the woman the wound created.

And until you expose her...

You'll keep calling it healing while unconsciously choosing to become her again.

Most women will stop here.
They'll feel seen, have a good cry, call it healing... then go right back to being the woman they just recognized.
Don't be most women.