Allowing the pain

"Marine, I allowed the pain. Felt like I would die from it. But I'm still here — and feeling a presence today. I don't understand what's happening, but I know I have to keep feeling, even when the intensity is unbearable."

I know that moment. I know it too well.

And I wish it only happened once. But the truth is — it happens more than once. Every time we are ready to release a layer of heaviness, it comes again. And it may come again in the future. That is not failure. That is the path.

Here is what I want you to know:

We always think we won't make it through. But we do. Every single time.

That pain you're carrying — it is your past. Your childhood. Your parents, your relationships, everything that was too heavy to hold and yet you held it anyway. And yes, the heavier it is, the more it hurts. But when you finally face it — like a queen standing before a dragon — the dragon falls. Every single time. (Very French metaphor, I know)

You don't need to understand it. You don't need to make sense of it. You just need to let it be. Let it move. It's okay to be scared. It's okay to tremble. Just don't resist — because it is already leaving you.

And that moment, when it starts to go, is actually the most frightening part. Because then comes the question:

Who am I without this pain?

The answer is simple.

You are free.

And freedom is always scarier than the prison we know.

With love,
Marine Sélénée