There’s something I wish someone had told me sooner—before I spent over a decade trying to heal myself into being “ready.” Before I paid for training after training, sat through countless hours of therapy, coaching, energy work, and spiritual containers. Before I burned myself out chasing the belief that if I just cleared enough, fixed enough, healed enough, maybe I’d finally deserve the love, the life, and the mission I came here for.
But here it is now, and maybe you need to hear it too:
You’re not broken.
You never were.
You don’t need to fix yourself to be worthy of your twin flame union, your calling, or the life you long for.
Yes, healing can help. Yes, there are layers we peel away. But when healing becomes a lifelong performance of proving you’re finally “enough” to deserve what your soul already knows is yours, that’s not healing anymore. That’s a trap. And it’s one I know too well.
For a long time, I believed that if I just became the highest version of myself, then the connection I share with my twin flame would finally land. And in some ways, it did shift when I grew. But it never landed all the way. And eventually, I had to admit something heartbreaking:
It wasn’t because I hadn’t healed enough.
It wasn’t because I wasn’t ready.
It was because we’re living inside systems that can’t hold the truth of this kind of love.
And I don’t just mean capitalism or patriarchy, though those are real and brutal. I mean the subtler systems, too—the ones inside coaching culture, healing spaces, manifestation circles—that make you think that you are the variable that always has to change. That if your twin isn’t showing up, if your calling isn’t taking off, it must be because you’re doing something wrong.
But what if that’s not it?
What if the heartbreak is not evidence that you’re off-path—but that the current path was never meant to hold what you came here to do?
That’s where I am now. I’m still a therapist, for now. Not because it’s my calling, but because it’s survival. But I’m also here, writing this. Naming what’s real. Beginning to build the mission that can hold the kind of truth I carry. Not later—now. Even if the union hasn’t happened yet. Even if the money hasn’t come. Even if I still wake up most mornings wondering how I’m going to keep going.
Maybe you’re there too.
If so, I’ll be writing more. Not from a place of having it all figured out—but from the middle of it. If you’ve ever felt like you were the one thing standing between you and the life you came here to live, maybe it’s not you.
Maybe it’s the systems.
And maybe there’s another way.