05/10/2025
For most of my life, I tried to think my way through pain. I believed if I just read enough books, created the right plan, or figured out the “why,” the weight I was carrying would finally disappear.
But no matter how much I thought, analyzed, or strategized, the pain was still there. The anxiety didn’t leave. The heaviness in my chest stayed. My mind worked overtime, but my heart never felt free.
It wasn’t until I allowed myself to feel that things began to change. I cried for losses I had ignored. I shook with anger I had never been allowed to express. I grieved the moments where love and safety should have been, but weren’t. And in that process, I discovered something I never expected; my feelings weren’t here to destroy me. They were here to guide me.
Sadness showed me what I valued most. Anger pointed me toward my boundaries. Grief softened me, creating space for love to come in. Every feeling I had been afraid of was actually a messenger, carrying the keys to my healing.
This is why I say you can’t think your way to healing. You feel your way here. The mind can understand the story, but it’s the heart and body that release it.
When I finally let myself feel, I discovered a kind of freedom that thinking could never give me. And that’s when love, connection, and safety began to take root in my life.
When was the moment you realized thinking wasn’t enough, and you had to feel your way through?
