12/14/2025
There’s a moment in healing where you realize this:
you’re not just letting go of the past, you’re letting go of the version of yourself who had to carry it.
That’s the real work.
Not pretending you’re “over it,”
but slowly unwinding the patterns your body built to survive.
Every time you breathe deeper,
every time you soften your jaw,
every time you rotate through a release, you’re telling your nervous system,
“It’s safe now. We can put this down.”
The fascia remembers.
The liver remembers.
The diaphragm remembers.
And when you meet those places with breath instead of resistance,
they finally loosen their grip.
Letting go isn’t a switch, it’s a process.
A physical one.
A cellular one.
A spiritual one.
It’s the trembling after a deep maneuver.
It’s the emotion rising out of nowhere.
It’s the calm that wasn’t there before.
It’s the lightness that arrives once the density leaves.
And yes, it’s hard.
Letting go asks you to feel what you avoided.
To meet what you tucked away.
To choose freedom over familiarity.
But the moment your body releases what isn’t yours anymore, the moment your heart stops bracing, the moment your breath actually lands, you understand why it was all worth it.
Being free is beautiful.
Being yourself is beautiful.
And this is the path home to your body.
