The Pact

This is not a resume.

It’s a reckoning.

Where this began

I used to believe I had to be everything for everyone.

That I had to hold it all together to be worthy.

That visibility meant performance. And vulnerability was weakness.

I no longer subscribe to any of that.

I will no longer perform certainty to make others comfortable.

I will honor the seasons I’m in — even the messy ones.

Especially the messy ones.

I will not rush my becoming.

I will not abandon myself for approval, belonging, or safety.

I will choose intimacy with truth over loyalty to image.

I will remember that grief is not regression.

That rest is not failure.

That stillness is not stagnation.

I will let softness be my strength.

I will let my no be holy.

I will let my yes be sacred.

I will protect the parts of me that are still tender.

I will meet my shadow with curiosity, not shame.

I will return to my body — again and again — when I forget.

This is my pact.

A quiet rebellion.

A soul-led promise.

Not to fix myself.

But to come home to myself.

Want to make your own?

What needs to be honoured?

What are you ready to release?

What do you want to remember?

You already know.

You just haven’t written it down yet.