The Girl Who Kept Beginning
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I used to think healing was a straight line.
That once I started eating well, I’d never spiral again.
That once I felt strong in my body, I’d never feel broken again.
That once I “fixed” myself, I’d be done.
But the truth is… I’ve started over more times than I can count.
Started a new plan.
Started a new diet.
Started a new promise to myself.
Only to fall, get lost, forget.
And then begin again.
Last night, I had a dream.
And in it, I remembered something so simple, so sacred:
It’s okay to end and begin.
And end and begin again.
There is no final version of me.
Only a rhythm.
A sacred tide.
A woman learning how to keep showing up for herself, even when she feels like she’s failing.
Now I know:
When I’m overcomplicating things, I overwhelm myself.
When I chase perfection, I create shame.
But when I stay anchored in love — for my messy, cyclical, trying self.
I feel free.
Because it’s not about getting it right.
It’s about staying connected.
To myself.
To my body.
To the part of me that never stopped trying.
Gentle Reminder:
There’s no such thing as perfect.
Only presence.
Only patterns.
Only the next breath, the next choice, the next beginning.
And you’re allowed to begin again — always.