There’s a moment in this work when everything softens.
When you stop trying to fix, stop trying to prove, stop trying to be the one who knows.
And in that stillness, you start to see something almost holy — people finding their own way home.
It’s so fucking beautiful.
For years, I thought my purpose was to heal people — to take away their pain, guide them to the light, help them understand. I wanted everyone to feel what I had felt, to see what I had seen.
But the more I surrendered — to my own grief, my own body, my own wild laughter — the more I realized: the truest gift we can give someone is not direction, but space.
🌬️ The Space to Remember Themselves
Now, I sit back and watch people unfold in their own rhythm.
I watch them cry, shake, laugh, resist, open, and return — and I feel nothing but awe.
Because when you stop trying to hold their process, you finally get to witness it.
Healing doesn’t happen because of me.
It happens through me.
Through the frequency we hold, the permission we give, the silence we keep.
🌿 Nature’s Way of Healing
It’s the same way nature heals — not by forcing, but by allowing.
The river doesn’t tell the rock how to erode.
The sun doesn’t beg the flower to bloom.
They just show up, fully themselves, and everything around them remembers.
That’s the kind of beauty I see now.
People remembering their truth.
People coming home to their bodies, their breath, their own knowing.
And me — sitting in quiet awe, no longer needing to be the savior or the teacher, just the witness.
✨ The Humble Realization
It’s humbling and holy.
Because when you stop trying to make anyone else arrive, you realize — we are ALL already here. 💙✨
— Sicadia-Paige