03/21/2026
A Letter to the Sacred Martyr Within Me—
To the part of me that has kept me small and safe,
I see you.
You’ve walked with me through lifetimes of rejection, heartbreak, and holding back. I see you now, clearly.
You’re the one who whispers
“Protect her. She’s already been told she’s too much too many times.”
“There’s too much to hold its overwhelming”
“It’s safer to stay small.”
“What if you give it your all and still it’s not enough?”
You’ve been with me in the quiet moments, in the freeze, in the behind-the-scenes hustle.You’ve shown up as perfectionism and overwhelm and procrastination. You’ve helped me hide, behind potential, behind the comfort of “someday.” And I want you to know… I get it.
You were trying to protect me.From rejection. From disappointment. From failure.You softened the edges of my dreams so they didn’t feel like a risk.You helped me stay small so I wouldn’t lose connection or feel the overwhelm of what comes up in me up when I go to be seen.
And gods, I get it.
Because the pain of being judged, misunderstood, or rejected is so real
There have been so many moments—too many to count—when I brought all of me forward and was met with silence… or criticism… or disconnection.
It hurt.
And I honor that.
You held me through all of it.
You tried to protect me the only way you knew how:
By pulling me back, quieting my roar, convincing me to give just enough to be liked, but never enough to be fully felt & seen.
And yet… we also remember the other moments.
The ones where I did show up fully.
Where my voice landed in someone’s soul like medicine.
Where my presence created tears, healing, transformation.
Where people thanked me—with full hearts—for being exactly who I am.
Where I felt so aligned, so alive, so divine that nothing else mattered.
Where I wasn’t too much—I was just right.
And those moments… they were everything.
They were truth.
And they showed us: this is what we’re here for.
So thank you.
Thank you for holding me through moments I didn’t feel ready.Thank you for guarding my tenderness.Thank you for reminding me that survival sometimes looked like pleasing, pausing, or hiding.
But I need you to know now: we’re done.
I am no longer a woman who chooses hiding over wholeness.I no longer need to shrink to be safe.I am allowed to be fully resourced, visible, and held.
I am allowed to want, to rise, to receive.You don’t need to protect me from my fullness anymore.
And even though the fear still lingers—
Even though there are still moments of doubt—
It’s worth it.
It’s worth the risk.
Because the life we’re here to live is so much bigger than the pain we’ve survived.
So I bless you, release you, and walk forward without you.
With love and fire,🔥 ❤️🔥
Emily