She’s learning to trust herself—
her intuition, her body, her voice.
She’s starting to listen
instead of silence.

Her boundaries are clearer.
She may say no more often
or walk away.

She’s not afraid of her emotions,
even if they’re painful.
She feels them fully
instead of stuffing them down or lashing out.

She’s softening and strengthening at once.
There’s more compassion,
but also more firmness.

She lets herself rest—
not just physically,
but mentally and emotionally.

She doesn’t chase love.
She receives it,
especially from herself.

She sheds old skins—
guilt, shame, roles
that were never hers.
She lets them fall off her,
little by little.

Her joy returns in pieces—
a laugh,
a creative spark,
and moments of peace.
She treasures them.

It doesn’t always look graceful.
Sometimes it’s messy, angry, quiet, or chaotic.
But healing is not about appearance.
It’s about being real.