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The truth that hit me out of nowhere
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Yesterday, I told you about the identities I didn’t even know were running my life.
But there’s another part of this that I’ve never shared publicly. I wasn’t just clinging to trauma identities… I was clinging to diagnosis identities, too.
Those words didn’t just describe what I was feeling. They became who I believed I was. And the scariest part? I didn’t know who I was without them. For years, those labels dictated my value. My hope. My future. My possibility. My sense of self. I didn’t realize I was walking through life carrying identities that were never meant to define me... only describe a moment I was in. And then came the night everything snapped. It wasn’t inspirational. It wasn’t peaceful. It wasn’t a gentle self-help epiphany. It was a breaking. I remember thinking: “I can’t keep living inside an identity I didn’t choose.” I was exhausted from carrying labels that felt heavier than my actual life. Exhausted from trying to become “better” while still believing I was broken. Exhausted from trying to grow while dragging a version of me that didn’t want to move. And then the truth hit me, hard: “It’s not that I can’t change.
It’s that I’ve been trying to build a new life while still believing I am the old me.”
That was the moment everything shifted. I didn’t need to “try harder.” I didn’t need more discipline. I didn’t need more willpower. I didn’t need another journal prompt. I needed to release the identity that was suffocating me. Because no matter how much I wanted a different life… I was still showing up as the version of me who only knew how to survive it. You might be there right now. Between who you’ve HAD to be… and who you’re meant to become. If any part of this hit you in the chest… If any of these identities sound like ones you’ve been carrying… If you felt yourself exhale reading this… You don’t have to carry them alone anymore. If you want someone walking beside you while you shift out of the identity that’s kept you small, reply SHIFT and we’ll talk. PROUD OF YOU 💙 Walking with you, Leasha P.S. You are not your diagnosis. You are not your trauma. You are not the version of you that survived. If you feel that truth rising in you… reply SHIFT. |
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