Sometimes you have to hit rock bottom to become the woman you’re meant to be.

Sometimes you have to lose him to discover the higher version of yourself you are destined for and meant to birth.

It’s not an easy process. You must first die to give birth to the true you of your destiny

The phoenix burns whole, completely self immolates, before it can be reborn. So too you, to birth a better version of you- to ferret out the birth canal a higher more evolved version of you- the you of your dreams

Sometimes relationship problems aren’t meant to be untangled or solved.

Alexander the Great “solved” the Gordian Knot but cleaving it in fucking half. When a relationship has become too much a tangle. Sometimes the bold move- severed ties are the answer, not untying the fucking knots.