The Power of Being With Myself

(Heartful Writings – Part 3)

This piece continues the reflective thread of “The Quiet Becoming,” diving even deeper into the sacred practice of simply being with oneself.

There is a kind of healing that doesn’t come from fixing, but from sitting beside.

Not rushing toward change, but simply being with what is — gently, without judgment.

I used to think healing meant becoming better. Now I know:

Healing often begins with being willing to stay — even in the mess, even in the ache, even in the stillness.

When I No Longer Needed to Escape Myself

We spend so much energy trying to distract, fix, impress, improve. But rarely do we ask:

What if I didn’t run away from myself today?

What if I simply sat with the version of me that is tired?

That is unsure?

That doesn’t want to try so hard?

And said:

“You are still welcome here.”

In My Own Presence, I Became Safe

There’s a difference between being alone and being with yourself. Loneliness aches. But presence… heals.

When I slowed down, I noticed:

The breath I ignored. The tears I never let fall. The smile I gave others but withheld from myself.

Being with myself meant noticing — and honoring — what I so often abandoned.

The Soft Power of Simply Being

It’s not always about doing more, feeling more, knowing more. Sometimes, the most radical act is to pause. To stop performing. To let yourself be — raw, quiet, unfinished.

There is strength in letting yourself be heldby your own breath. By your own heart. By your own attention.

A Sacred Kind of Intimacy

Being with myself isn’t always peaceful. But it is honest. And honesty is where healing begins.

The more I meet myself in silence, the more I realize —

I was never too much. I was just never fully seen by me.

📬 If this writing wrapped around a part of your soul you’ve been ignoring, trust that.

Subscribe. Reflect. Come sit here anytime. You are not alone.

A Reflection for You:

When was the last time you sat quietly with yourself — not to fix anything, but just to listen?

What did you hear?

Write it. Honor it. Even a whisper matters.

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