I’ve spent a lifetime holding it all together.

Performing. Providing. Proving.

Being strong because I had to.

Because survival asked for it.

Because the world around me didn’t know how to hold softness. It was the only way I knew.

But something shifted.

Not all at once. But slowly, gently, in layers.

It took me years, mistakes. Healing. 

Now, I’m no longer rushing to fix, to carry, to explain.

I’m no longer twisting myself to be enough for people who couldn’t see me.

I no longer need to be the loudest voice in the room to know I matter. I don’t need confirmation to know how I am. 

These days, I lead with presence.

With softness.

With a quiet power that doesn’t need to prove anything.

I trust the way life flows through me now.

I feel it in my body, in my breath, in my hips when I dance, in the way I speak slower, softer, but with deeper truth.

I don’t abandon myself to be loved anymore.

I don’t chase what doesn’t meet me in my fullness.

I allow. I receive. I rest. I create.

I honor my cycles. I honor my No as much as my Yes.

I move with the seasons inside me.

I let myself be intuitive, sensual, still, emotional.

I honor my sensitivity. It is not something to hide anymore, but it’s a sacred power.

This is my feminine energy.

Alive in my motherhood.

Alive in my healing.

Alive in the way I walk through heartbreak and rise again.

Alive in how I love: fiercely, tenderly, with reverence.

I am not less because I feel deeply.

I am not weak because I surrender.

I am not too much because I know what I want.

This is a new chapter.

Not one I’ve forced, but one I’ve opened myself to.

It is guided by trust, grace, and the wisdom of my body.

I am a woman who belongs to herself.

And this feminine energy I live in now?

It is not something I try to have.

It is something I am.

I share this not to impress anyone.

Not to perform.

Not to convince.

But because I know how many women have forgotten this part of themselves.

How many of us were taught to disconnect from our bodies, our rhythms, our emotions…

To value doing over being.

Strength over softness.

Logic over intuition.

Control over flow.

I know what it’s like to live in survival, to shape-shift for safety, to abandon your truth just to be accepted. I’ve done that!

And I also know what it feels like to come home to yourself.

To return to your essence after years of forgetting.

To soften without collapsing.

To feel deeply without drowning.

To trust your voice, your body, your heart.

I express myself like this because I want other women to remember.

Not just through words, but through energy. Through truth. Through presence.

I want them to feel what’s possible.

Not as something far away, but as something already inside them.

Already alive beneath the conditioning.

Already waiting to rise.

Because when one woman remembers,

it creates a ripple effect.

And I believe in that ripple.

That’s why I write.

That’s why I share.

That’s why I live this way.

Not as a performance, but as devotion.

To myself.

To my daughters.

To the feminine.

To this sacred life.

With much love, 🤍

Aniela

www.mindfultherapist.us