A journal entry on safety, self-abandonment, and waking the fuck up.
This is raw. Pulled straight from my journal.
I didn’t write it for clarity. I wrote it to survive something. To remember something.
To come home to myself again.
What does it mean to feel safe?
Safe in your body.
Safe in your mind.
Safe in your heart.
Whether at war externally, internally, or both—
Many of us are raging wars.
Often against ourselves.
In the way we show up.
Or not.
The way we behave.
Or not.
The way we speak.
Or not.
Are you abandoned?
Or are you abandoning yourself?
We sleep.
In heart.
In mind.
Disconnected from our guidance system.
We know what we need to feel safe—
In time.
In space.
And yet we grow numb over time.
Can’t hear over the expectations—
Of loved ones.
Of society.
Of the system.
The system meant to use us,
Shape us up,
and spit us out
once we are no longer useful.
Are you listening yet?
Waking up?
It’s time, dear one.
Wake up.
You belong to yourself.
I belong to me.
Keep yourself safe.
That’s all.
No neat ending.
Just a truth I needed to remember.
But if this stirred something in you, if you felt your body lean in or your heart ache a little, let it be more than a moment.
Try this ritual:
🔹 Build Your Own Safehouse — Rituals for the Unfinished
Music to hold you while you remember:
Find a quiet space. Light a candle or sit with your hand on your chest. Let this be a sacred 10 minutes with yourself.
Grab your journal or pen and paper, and write whatever wants to come in response to the following:
- What does safety feel like in your body—when it’s real?
- Where have you abandoned yourself in order to be accepted, protected, or loved?
- What would it look like to build a “safehouse” inside yourself?
- What part of you is asking to come home?
Optional Ritual Add-On:
Gather 3 objects that represent safety to you (a stone, a scarf, a photo, etc.).
Place them at your feet while journaling. When you’re done, whisper:
“I am the keeper of my own safehouse. I will not leave myself behind.”
