Some days, the ache sneaks in quietly.
Like a shadow.
Like a whisper from long ago:
“Maybe I’m too much… or not enough.”
I know that place.
The tight chest.
The spiral of “what’s wrong with me?”
The tender urge to hide, shut down, or chase scraps of affection — even when I know it won’t soothe me.
But here’s what I’ve learned, over and over again:
That feeling isn’t the truth.
It’s a memory.
A wound echoing from a time when love felt conditional, distant, or unsafe.
And wounds?
They don’t need judgment.
They need holding.
So now, when that ache shows up, I pause.
I put a hand on my heart.
I breathe into the tender spot.
And I whisper something kind — even if I don’t fully believe it yet:
“You’re not broken.
You’re just hurting.
And I’m right here with you.”
Then, even if the voice in my head says I don’t deserve care…
I give it to myself anyway.
A slow walk.
A song that holds my story.
A warm drink in a real mug.
A call to someone who sees the real me.
Not because I’ve earned it.
But because I am worthy — still. Always.
Because love isn’t a reward for perfection.
It’s a remembering.
A return.
A soft exhale back into truth: You are lovable. Now. As you are.
And if you need a space to be reminded of that —
to exhale, to be witnessed, to return to your worth…
✨ Come join us inside the Slow Secrets Tribe.
It’s a space where your heart is safe.
Where you don’t have to earn love — just remember it.
With love,
Julie 💗
