Sacred Becoming

I didn’t start this because I felt enlightened.

I started it because I was breaking.

There were seasons where I didn’t recognize myself.

Where anxiety ran my body.

Where trauma responses felt like personality traits.

Where I confused survival with strength.

I’ve been the woman who smiled while silently dissociating.

The woman who stayed too long.

The woman who shrank herself to feel safe.

The woman who called hyper-independence “power.”

This is where I stop pretending that was empowerment.

Sacred Becoming is my live journal of healing in real time — while I’m still triggered sometimes. While I’m still learning how to sit in discomfort without self-abandoning. While I’m still grieving the versions of me that did the best they could with what they knew.

There are days I feel grounded and clear.

There are days my nervous system is loud and I want to run.

Both versions of me are allowed here.

I’m writing about trauma without glamorizing it.

About shadow work without romanticizing the darkness.

About spirituality without using it to bypass pain.

I am rebuilding my relationship with my body.

With boundaries.

With anger.

With softness.

With God.

With myself.

This is not a polished transformation story.

This is the middle.

If you’re here because you’re tired of pretending you’re healed…

If you’re exhausted from being “the strong one”…

If you’re trying to unlearn survival patterns that once kept you alive…

You belong here.

Healing is not linear.

Rising is not aesthetic.

Becoming is not comfortable.

But it is sacred.

And I am choosing it anyway.

— Lauren xoxo