There comes a moment,
not with fireworks but with stillness,
when you realise the storm no longer lives inside you.

You are not waiting to be rescued.
You are no longer rehearsing pain.
You are walking — quietly, fully —
toward your own becoming.

This is that moment.

Not because everything is perfect,
but because nothing is pretending anymore.

🌙✨ This post is part of my Healing Journey Series — Part 1 with a sacred unfolding across six chapters. If you are new here, you may wish to begin from the beginning to walk the full journey with me. 🌙✨

🌟 The Truth I Now Hold

I have met the roots of my childhood,
sat with the grief of being misunderstood,
and traced the shapes of inherited silence.

I have faced the mirrors of marriage
and let my tears name what I could not.

I have released dreams
that were once stitched to survival.
I have rewritten stories
with the ink of my own breath.

I have stood at the edge of loyalty and chosen life.

I have returned — again and again — not to the past, but to my power to choose differently.

This is not a victory song.
This is a soft drumbeat of a woman who no longer begs for love — because she has remembered the love she is.

🍀 The Seasons That Carried Me

April taught me collapse is not the end.
May taught me healing is not a race.
June taught me words can rebuild a temple.
July is teaching me to return with reverence — not just for the new, but for the one who never stopped walking.

I do not need to prove that I’ve healed.
I only need to live in a way that honours the healing I’ve done.

🪷 A Letter to the Journey So Far

Dear Self,

Thank you for staying when it was easier to leave.
Thank you for crying when silence would’ve been safer.
Thank you for trusting the unseen.
Thank you for choosing to grow — not harder, but softer.
Thank you for becoming someone your inner child can finally rest in.

What you’ve done is sacred.
You’ve made peace where there was war.
You’ve chosen grace when revenge whispered your name.

You’ve walked through the burning house and came out not with ashes — but with wisdom.

✨ The Sacred Threshold

I do not know what Part 2 will hold.
But I walk toward it with a knowing:

That I do not have to be ready.
I only need to be rooted.
I do not have to have all the answers.
I only need to stay in alignment with my truth.

And when fear returns,
I will not bow to it.
I will sit beside it and whisper:
“You are not my future.”

🕯️ A Final Benediction

To all the versions of me who did not make it here: I honour you.
To the woman I am becoming: I welcome you.

And to the journey that has carried me this far, I bow.

I am no longer healing to be whole.
I am whole — and healing is how I remember.

Let this be the soft ending of one chapter.
And the holy beginning of what I now choose:

A life of harmony.
A heart of truth.
A home within.

Closing Part 1.

With grace, with clarity, with deep love.
Let Part 2 arrive when the soul is ready.

— Hoa Rompasaari