But then life happened. Along the way, perhaps the tree of your true Self got twisted around knots and rocks, scarred by fires and storms, dried up by drought, abandoned by careless gardeners.
Somewhere along the way, you learned to live around other people’s mistakes, impressions, expectations, and demands; to grow crooked around the places it hurts; to toughen yourself against the tender scars; to ignore the feelings in your body; to swallow your voice so others will be happy; to bury your deepest pains and dearest hopes for fear someone will see them.
You forgot you were a tree, meant to grow tall and strong and true to your Self.
You don’t know how to even begin growing back toward your true Self, which is your birthright.
You don’t have to try to do it alone.
I’d like to help.