Not everything we carry started where we think it did.

This is a reminder for anyone untangling their story.

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For a long time, I thought I knew where my healing needed to begin

Becoming a mother.

That quiet, unspoken burnout.

And while those were defining… they weren’t the whole story.

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Some of the tension, fear, and self-doubt I’ve carried had older roots.

A moment I couldn’t name.

A silence that lingered.

A feeling I tucked away..

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It takes deep honesty to ask:

Where did this belief about myself come from?

Whose voice is still echoing in my thoughts?

And sometimes, the answers surprise us.

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This season, I’ve been peeling back the layers

Not to relive the past.

Not to blame.

But to meet myself with clarity.

To understand where I’ve been… so I can choose where I’m going.

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I’ve been learning to give my younger self what she didn’t yet have the words to ask for.

Not rewriting the past- just tending to the parts of me I left behind.

ZenMom was born from this quiet reckoning.

A sacred space to remember:

Healing doesn’t have to be loud to be powerful.

It just needs to be honest.

And held with love

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If you’re on this journey too,

know this:

You’re not alone.

You’re not broken.

And it’s not too late to come home to yourself.

This space is ours. 🌸

With love,

Tai 🌹

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