Marine Sélénée

09/13/2025

We Don’t Regret the Person, We Regret the Illusion
When a hopeless love ends, the ache isn’t really about the person—it’s about the illusion. The dream that maybe, one day, they would choose us back. The story we told ourselves about what could be if only the timing, the courage, or the circumstances were different.
What we mourn is not them, but the fantasy: the parallel life where love was mutual, the hope that never had ground to stand on.
And yet, when the illusion breaks, clarity begins. We see reality as it is, not as we wished it to be—and in that truth, we find our way back to ourselves.
In the end, we don’t regret the person. We regret the illusion of a love that was never truly ours.

09/10/2025

And what if, deep down, it was you who were afraid to love… and to be loved?
What if, unconsciously, you kept entering relationships with no tomorrow, because that fear, buried in your subconscious, still resists letting you go deeper?
If you’ve been alone for months, maybe even years, isn’t it a sign that fear is still present?
Yes, relationships have changed, perhaps become more complicated. But love still exists. And isn’t it the only thing truly worth living for?
So if you take a moment to listen to your heart, your gut, your inner child… what do you truly hear?

09/01/2025

“That moment when you know there’s no turning back—when the only way forward is to fully embrace the shift. Change stirs apprehension, but more than anything, it brings a radical freedom. The freedom to simply be." Marine Sélénée

We’ve all read it a thousand times on social media: “Embrace the change. Welcome the change. Change is the next door to open…” and so on.

But the truth? Change can be terrifying.

We’re creatures of habit. We don’t like change—at least, not the kind that shakes us out of our comfort zone. Yet we are always changing, even when we don’t notice it. We grow, expand, and shift every single day. It’s the natural rhythm of life: one day, a tiny alien-looking newborn; a few months later, a chubby baby; then a curious little girl or boy. Our bodies, minds, and hearts are constantly adapting to new movements, environments, and situations.

When change is gradual and beyond our control, we tend to accept it as natural. But when it no longer feels aligned with who we are inside—that’s when change becomes the “enemy.” Maybe it’s seeing new lines in the mirror, feeling less vibrant, waking with stiff joints, or noticing our energy fade. Maybe it’s the spark in a relationship dying out, a dream job becoming dull, or our health taking a turn.

In those moments, we must decide to shift, to take the risk, to choose change. And that’s the scary part—because now it’s not just happening to us. We are the ones initiating it.

If we resist, life will eventually find a way to push us into it. Sometimes it shows up as the “dark night of the soul,” where everything that felt solid suddenly crumbles. You’re left standing there, stripped bare, wondering: Where do I even start?

That’s why so many people resist healing—whether it’s emotional, physical, or spiritual. Who am I without the version of myself I’ve always known? I’ve felt that resistance too. I’ve fought against it, tightened around it, tried to control it—because it didn’t match the life I had imagined.

But here’s the truth: when you surrender—and yes, that’s my favorite English word—you stop making life your opponent. It doesn’t mean things suddenly become easy. It means you allow them to make sense in their own time. You open to alignment.

And that’s when change stops being a threat and becomes a strength. A friend. You feel your energy shift, your presence deepen, your sense of self return.

This year has brought so much rawness, newness, and the question: Who am I without my armor? And the answer is simple—I am me. Priceless, irreplaceable, and the only one we should strive to be.

Change is not always the destruction we fear—it can be the rebuilding we need. Like the Tower card in tarot, its collapse signals that it’s time to start fresh. Trust that in shedding the old skin—through therapy, through healing, through honesty with yourself—you are already becoming who you were meant to be.

With love,
Marine Selenee

08/24/2025

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08/22/2025

✨ Friday Inward Work — Before the New Moon in Virgo ✨
What are you feeling right now that you would rather not be feeling?
What behavior in others often irritates you?
Which emotion feels the hardest to manage? How do you usually cope with it?
As a child, what made you feel uncomfortable about yourself?
When did you experience rejection? What happened, and why did it feel so serious?
What childhood event or situation still lingers in your memory?

08/19/2025

It’s Not in Death That We Find Our Loved Ones
It’s not in death that we find our loved ones, but in life — by being alive, by celebrating.
Too often, we think connection with those who have passed belongs only to silence, mourning, or cemeteries. But memory lives in movement. It is in laughter, in shared meals, in the music they loved, and in the small rituals of daily life that their presence breathes again.
Every time we raise a glass, dance to their favorite song, or tell a story they once told us, we are not just remembering them — we are carrying them forward. Grief softens when we allow life to keep flowing, when we choose celebration over absence.
To honor the dead is not to stay in the shadow of loss, but to keep them alive through the way we live.

08/15/2025

Seriously, what is this peri-menopause phase?

Let’s Talk About Peri-Menopause—Because It's Not the End. It's a Rebirth.
First, to the men reading this: please stay with me. We need you. Whether you live with a woman, have a sister, daughter, partner, or mother—this affects your life too. Hormones are not just a “women’s issue.”
Now, let’s get real.
In the past year, it feels like we suddenly “discovered” peri-menopause. Cue the panic:What’s happening?Are we broken? Too old? Too emotional? Too loud?
Yes, I’m being sarcastic—because peri-menopause isn’t new. Women have been going through it since the beginning of time. What’s new is: we’re no longer willing to suffer silently.
We’ve accepted the pain of periods. We’ve learned to birth babies. We’ve focused on fertility—because, let’s be honest, it’s profitable. But peri-menopause? No one wanted to talk about it, let alone support it.
Instead, we were called crazy. Put on antidepressants. Told to shrink, stay quiet, and “deal with it.”
Well, not anymore.
Because here’s the truth: peri-menopause is a transition, not a breakdown.Our bodies aren’t failing us—they’re finally asking to rest. And that’s amazing news.
Why?Because it means freedom.Freedom from the stress of pregnancy.Freedom from birth control.Freedom to finally put ourselves first.
Every woman I know in her 40s and beyond is saying the same thing: I’ve never had a better s*x life.”Why? Because we’re owning our bodies again. We’re reclaiming them. We’re no longer “on pause” waiting—for a man, a baby, a role to fill.
We’re done giving our bodies away to create life.Now, our bodies become our priority and our property.And that, my friends, is power.
Yes, it’s a re-adaptation. But we’re women. We’ve adapted before. We’ve done hard things. We’ve been bleeding, birthing, breaking, rebuilding—and now it’s time to set new boundaries, say no, and finally, put ourselves first.
And yes, that can feel scary. Because claiming your true self is no small thing. Reclaiming your voice, your body, your time—it’s a shift in identity. But it’s also incredibly s*xy.
To the men: Isn’t it s*xy to be with a woman who knows who she is and refuses to settle for less?We don’t want to be rescued. We want to be met—fully, powerfully, honestly.
Now, let me add one more thing:Yes, I’ve been freaked out by peri-menopause too. Our bodies are changing. But they always have been.From our first period to now, it’s all been a dance of hormones. The only difference is this: our hormones are gradually stepping back—and our adrenals are stepping in.
Remember when we were 7 to 13? We grew. We gained weight and height. We became.This is just another phase of becoming.
Sure, if we don’t care for ourselves, there can be fatigue, anxiety, weight gain. But if we listen, nourish, rest, and ask for what we need—this can be a powerful, graceful shift.
Let’s stop feeding the fear.Let’s stop buying into the shame.Let’s stop letting society tell us we’re “too much” or “past our prime.”
We’re not fading—we’re evolving. So educate yourself. Find a doctor who sees you. Build a circle of girlfriends who get it.And above all—learn to say no.
We've got this.And we’re just getting started.
With love,
Marine Selenee

08/10/2025

Are You Living Your Parents’ Unfinished Dream?
Sometimes we think we’re chasing our goals—until we realize they’re echoes of our parents’ hopes. Maybe it’s the career they never had, the country they never moved to, the life they once imagined but couldn’t live.
We inherit more than genes. We inherit expectations, spoken or unspoken. And while honoring them can feel like love, it can also mean losing ourselves.

Ask yourself:

Does this goal excite me, or just make my parents proud?
If I let it go, would I feel guilty… or free?
What do I actually want?
Living authentically doesn’t mean rejecting them. It means carrying forward their values—freedom, security, creativity—in your own way.
Your parents’ dream was theirs to start. Your dream is yours to live.

With love
Marine Selenee

08/01/2025

"Trust is what keeps you moving—far stronger than hope. Hope waits and wonders; trust knows and surrenders. It’s not about wishing, it’s about embodying your truth and allowing life to unfold its own way." Marine Sélénée

One of my closest friends — we’ve known each other for over 20 years — is what I call my Wisdom Tree. She’s from Senegal, and maybe that’s part of why she carries this deep, unshakable faith in life. No matter what she’s going through, even when things don’t turn out the way she hoped or planned, she always tells me: “God knows, and everything is going to be okay.”

Whenever I’m filled with doubt, frustrated by delays or things not going my way, I connect to her energy. That grounded, unwavering trust she carries is so powerful. It reminds me of something deeper — a truth that can’t be shaken by external circumstances.

Trust, for me, has become essential. It’s much more powerful than hope.

Hope often comes from a place of longing or lack — it waits, it wishes, and sometimes it assumes we’re not fully in charge. But trust? Trust is something else. Trust is when you know, even without proof. You embody your truth, take action, and open yourself to the unfolding of life — not always how you imagined it, but often in ways that are even better.

And no, trust doesn’t mean sitting around doing nothing, waiting for a miracle. Quite the opposite. You still show up, ask, take steps — but you do it with a calm inner knowing that everything is working for you, even when it doesn’t feel like it.

I can’t count how many times I got upset over not getting something (or someone), thinking it was meant for me… only to later realize it wasn’t. In the moment, I saw lack. In hindsight, I saw protection.

It’s all about perspective — glass half full or half empty. Why assume the world, or our family, friends, lovers are against us? What if they’re just playing the roles we need in our soul’s evolution?

What if life is just a physical experience — a school for the soul — and when it’s done, we return home to the invisible? What if everything here is designed to help us feel, grow, release, experience, and ultimately expand?

That even includes family — and I know how hard that truth can be, especially for those who come from trauma or abuse. It took me time to accept my father as he was, to stop resisting who he is and what role he played in my life. But that acceptance brought peace — peace with myself and the masculine. Maybe he was my first teacher. And the moment I accepted that and focused on what he did give me, I finally found my place and could move forward.

Trust is what moves us.

It’s rooted in truth, not fear. It’s active, not passive. It holds space for life to unfold in its own perfect timing.

This is what I share with my clients. I help them cultivate trust in their healing journey. Not the rushed, “I want to feel better in an hour” kind — but the real kind. Healing is not a destination. It’s how you show up every day. It’s how you respond to relationships, challenges, life. Healing shows when you no longer react from your wounded inner child — but from your integrated adult self.

The inner child is the one waiting to be healed.

The adult is the version of you who is doing the healing.

And let’s be honest — for the past 6 years or more, it’s felt like every year promises to be “the one.” The one that will finally feel easier. But maybe we’re just adapting to a new energetic reality — faster, more intense, with time flying. Months feel like minutes. That’s why grounding is essential. Reconnecting to nature, slowing down, returning to what truly matters.

Without that, it’s easy to spiral — to make reactive decisions, abandon what we’ve built, act out of fear. We wanted rapid progress without deep roots, and now we’re facing the consequences.

It’s the same with healing: if you don’t get to the root, the wound will keep resurfacing — in different people, in different situations, again and again.

So do the work. Invest in yourself.
And if you're ready to begin — or continue — your healing journey, I’m here. Whether it’s to move beyond medication, heal from a heavy past, or simply rediscover who you truly are, I offer guidance and support to help you find those answers.

You don’t need to rush. You just need to trust.

With love,
Marine Selenee

07/31/2025

One thing few people dare to name is this: the glorification of vulnerability—but only when it’s acceptable. When it’s sad, broken, palatable. But the moment you're doing well, you become unsettling. And that’s not new. It’s deeply human, but also deeply conditioned. Because when you're struggling, you're no threat. You don’t awaken insecurities. You don’t challenge their choices. You don’t hold up a mirror to what they could be if they dared. You don’t embody what they can’t yet allow themselves to become.
But when you're well…When you're no longer doubting, when you're dancing instead of asking for permission.When you make space for your joy, your power, your desire without apologizing for your existence…That’s when you become intolerable to some.
Because you force them to look at what they’re still unwilling to face.And you know what? That’s exactly when you become free.
If they only stick around when you're suffering, admire you only in your recovery, and disappear when you shine—then it was never you they loved. Just your pain, because it made them feel safe.
It’s hard to swallow, but it’s also a beautiful filter.Because there are fewer people—rarer, stronger—who will celebrate you when you’re thriving, who aren’t diminished by your light, who don’t feed off your chaos to feel useful or less alone.
And those are the people you build the future with.

With love
Marine Selenee

07/29/2025

What Is Your Protector? Finding Your Way Through Hurt, Fear, and Anger

We all face moments when we feel unsafe—not just physically, but emotionally. Maybe someone says something cruel. Maybe a situation feels out of control. Maybe we're pushed too far, and suddenly, we’re not just reacting—we're protecting ourselves.

But how do we protect ourselves? What comes out when the world feels sharp and cold?

Is it silence?
The kind where your voice shuts down before your heart can speak. You retreat into quiet, hoping the storm will pass. Silence can be a shield—but also a prison. It muffles pain but also buries truth.

Or do you scream?
Do the words burst out, loud and untamed? Screamers are protectors too—shouting boundaries into the void, hoping to be heard. It's raw, and sometimes it works. But sometimes it scorches the ground beneath it.

Do you feel the anger rising?
Anger can be a sword, and for many, it's the only language they know when the world has hurt them too often. Anger says, “You will not hurt me again.” But unchecked, it can cut more than it defends.

Or maybe you fight—not just in the physical sense, but in your resolve. You push back, stand tall, raise your voice, take space. Fighting isn’t always about violence—it’s about surviving. It’s grit, tenacity, resilience. Sometimes, it's the only thing that keeps you from crumbling.

So—what is your protector?

Is it the calm breath you take before reacting?
Is it the journal you write in when no one listens?
Is it the friend who reminds you who you are when you forget?
Is it a wall you built long ago, still standing—sturdy, but lonely?

There’s no single right answer.

What matters is awareness. When you understand your protector—how it shows up, why it exists—you gain the power to choose it, rather than be ruled by it.

Because protection is not just defense. It’s also care.
Protection is:

Speaking your truth with kindness.
Walking away with peace, not fear.
Letting yourself cry when the world tells you to toughen up.
Choosing boundaries over battles.
So I ask you again:
How do you protect yourself?
And more importantly—does your protector still serve you, or is it time to choose a new one?

Your safety matters. Your voice matters.
Let your protection become your healing.

With love,
Marine Sélénée

07/25/2025

I have four nephews and one niece—two are blood-related, but all of them are heart-related. They're all under five, and yet the way they love is already so distinct. I truly believe in the power of astrology and Human Design, and it’s been fascinating to observe their energy types in real life.
Most of them are Projectors, with one Generator and one Manifesting Generator in the mix.
Just to share a bit of what I’ve been witnessing:
* My two Scorpios love loudly—they’re all about hugs, cuddles, deep connection.
* My Libra is full of charm—always laughing, chatting, and making sure everyone sees him. “Are you watching? Are you listening?”
* My little Capricorn is all about experiences. We spent the day together yesterday, and he looked at me and said, “It was very good.” I couldn’t help but smile—it was such a classic Capricorn moment. He values understanding, loves his solo time, and is fiercely protective of his siblings.
* And then there’s my Gemini niece—my tiny badass. She couldn’t care less about what anyone thinks, charging into the world with fearless independence. She doesn’t need you, but she’ll still demand your full attention.

It’s such a joy to witness their personalities bloom.

What about you? Do you have little ones in your life—children, nieces, nephews? I’d love to hear about their unique magic.