You’ve been doing the work.
Showing up.
Sitting with your pain, tracing your patterns, holding space for your inner world with more honesty than most people ever dare to.
You’ve read the books.
Sat in sessions.
Named your survival strategies and tracked the spirals they live in.
You know what’s happening, that’s not the issue.
And yet…
Something still doesn’t shift.
Not in the way you imagined.
Not in the way your body aches for.
Because even with all the insight… a part of you still holds back.
That part is waiting.
Bracing.
Tense beneath the surface, even when the mind is on board with change.
Not because you’re failing.
Not because you’re blocked.
Not because you’re missing anything.
But because that part, the one that doesn’t feel safe to land, is still unconvinced it’s safe to soften.
It remembers everything you’ve had to hold.
Everything that kept you intact when there was no room to fall apart.
It carries the pace that once saved you.
And it doesn’t let go easily, because letting go once meant risking too much.
So the shift?
The one you keep reaching for?
It won’t come through more effort. It won’t come through pushing.
It comes through something else.
Something deeper.
Being met.
In this moment.
At this edge.
Inside this wise, protective part of you.
Not with more tools.
Not with more doing.
But with presence.
With safety.
With a different kind of holding.
This is where the real shift begins.
Not because you’ve mastered it all…
But because you’re finally letting yourself be met in the places you thought you had to carry alone.
