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Everyone says it like it is simple. "Just let go of your past." "Stop identifying with depression." "Choose a new story." Yeah... no. Because here is what nobody tells you: Letting go of your identities can feel like dying. Plural. Because it is never just one. It is layers. Years of them. Stacked on top of each other until you cannot tell where the labels end and you actually begin. And I mean that literally. I was a year, maybe two, into my healing. Doing the work, showing up, and making progress. On the outside, things were changing but inside it felt like a war. I remember sitting with my wife and something just spilled out of me. "I know I am getting better... but it does not feel like it." Because while I was trying to grow, I was still holding onto all of this: "I am depressed. I am anxious. I am broken. I am always going to struggle. I am not the kind of person who gets to be happy or have money or build a life." And here is the part that messed me up the most... I did not want to let those go. Not fully. Because those identities were all I knew. They were familiar, predictable, and ME. And the moment I started pulling away from them, I remember looking at myself and thinking: "Who the hell am I without all of this?" It felt like standing in front of a mirror and not recognizing the person staring back. No labels, no stories, no identities to grab onto. Just... blank. That was not sad or frustrating. That was TERRIFYING. So I held on tighter. Even while I said I wanted to change. Even while I was doing the work. And this is where most people get stuck... and nobody talks about it. You are not just trying to heal. You are being asked to let multiple versions of you die. Versions you built to survive. Versions that protected you when you had nothing else. Versions that became so familiar your brain mistook them for truth. And your brain is going to fight that like hell because to your brain, familiar equals safe. Even if familiar is miserable. So every time you try to grow, you unconsciously pull yourself back. Not because you are broken. Because you are protecting the only identities you have ever known. That was the moment it clicked for me. I was not stuck because the healing was not working. I was stuck because I was gripping the old versions of myself so tightly that I could not open my hands to receive anything new. But here is what I want you to understand... and this is the part that changed everything for me: I don't believe you are becoming someone new. I believe you are coming home to someone you have always been. That person has always lived inside of you. Underneath the depression, the anxiety, the survival mode, the labels, the stories, the identities you built to cope... they were always there. Waiting. You just had to unlearn enough to finally let them out. That realization changed everything. I stopped trying to fix myself and started practicing something different. Releasing who I thought I had to be so I could finally meet who I actually am. It did not happen overnight. It looked like catching myself saying "I am depressed" and shifting it to "I am experiencing depression." Noticing when I defaulted to old labels. Sitting in the discomfort of not knowing who I was yet... while trusting that person was already in there waiting. That last part is the hardest. Because there is a space in between where you are no longer who you were... but you have not fully met who you are coming home to yet and it feels like nothing. Like you are floating. Like you lost yourself completely. But that space is not emptiness. It is where the unlearning happens. It is where you strip back everything that was never really you in the first place. This is why my approach is different. I do not just help you feel better. I help you navigate that identity gap and change the stories so you do not run back to the versions of you that are keeping you buried. Because the person you are looking for? They are not out there somewhere waiting to be built. They are already in you. You just have to come home to them. PROUD OF YOU 💙 Walking with you, Leasha P.S. If this hit close to home and you are ready to stop gripping the old versions of yourself and start coming home to who you actually are... I have a few 1:1 coaching spots open. Just reply with the word HOME and we will figure out together if it is a good fit. No pressure. Just a real conversation. |
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