A LOVE LETTER TO THE ONES GOING THROUGH IT

The sacred mess between who you were and who you’re becoming.

Lately, I’ve been reflecting on the moment after everything changes.

After the illness, the heartbreak, the rebirth, the burnout…

When the air feels still, but your soul is anything but.

It’s not just that your body is different, or that your circumstances have shifted. It’s that the old scaffolding of your life has crumbled, and what remains is unrecognisable.

You don’t realise when you’re in it, but it’s an initiation.

In ancient spiritual traditions, disciples were initiated through very real and very dangerous trials, set by a High Priestess or Priest. These initiations weren’t symbolic, they changed you. Survival alone wasn’t enough; integration and embodiment of the spiritual lesson were required.

But in modern life, initiation rarely arrives with ceremony.

It comes through illness, loss, birth, pain…tragedy. Through the collapse of who you thought you were.

And in the aftermath, your soul asks a profound question: Are you willing to walk forward from here, as the one who has been changed—whether you understand it yet or not?

This moment transcends silver linings, because that would be missing the point.

Healing isn’t about bypassing the mess; it’s about letting the mess reshape you. At some level, things must fall apart, because the reshaping can’t happen without first dismantling what was.

Hence, shadow initiations don’t polish you; they peel you first. And in doing so, they don’t just make you stronger; they make you truer.

So, if you’re in that place—the liminal, the in-between, the what now—let me be clear:

You’re not broken, you’re not late, and you’re not lost.

You’re being rewritten.

In this place, there’s no map. Only your body’s wisdom and your soul’s clarity.

Not everyone completes an initiation.

Some people harden, some hide from life, or both.

But those who stay — those who allow themselves to be reshaped by the human experience rather than numbed by it — emerge with something unmistakable:

They carry a resonance that can’t be faked and a presence that reminds others what really matters.

So, let this be your permission:

You’re not meant to ‘bounce back’.

Or be more ‘resilient.’

Or ‘move on.’

Or ‘look on the bright side’.

You’re meant to become.

This is your becoming.

It may be messy, disorienting, even excruciating at times, but it is not meaningless.

It is worth the embodied truth and wisdom that will come later.

The spiritual exaltation that can only be felt once you’ve been torn apart and woven back together by the threads of your own divinity.

It’s worth it.

So let this be your pillar of light today. Your beacon of hope. Because there is life on the other side of initiation.

On the other side of your becoming.

Maybe not the one you wanted or that you planned for, but the one you’re meant to live.

Ask me how I know.