I Declare Myself Healed and Whole

I Declare Myself Healed and Whole

No more fixing.
No more analyzing.
No more pattern-hunting.
No more feeling guilty aboutstillnot being perfect.

Not a perfect mother.
Not a perfect daughter.
Not a perfect wife.
Not a perfect woman.

I have paid thousands of dollars to coaches, mentors, programs, and containers in the pursuit of becoming “better.”
More regulated.
More conscious.
More healed.

I am done.

This is as good as it gets.

And strangely, that feels like freedom.

I’m not saying this is where I dreamed of ending up.
I’m not saying all my wounds are healed or all my goals fulfilled.
I’m not saying I’ve arrived somewhere enlightened, clean, or complete.

What Iamsaying is this:

There comes a point where the work must stop.

Not because it failed.
But because it has done enough.

There comes a moment where shadow work needs to end, so that joy, pleasure, and simple being can quietly return. Not as an achievement, but as a side effect of no longer scrutinizing every breath.

I have a life to start living.

And my shadows will be in it.
Along with my light.
My love.
My sovereignty.

I finally have space for all of me.

Humans are not perfect.
We never were meant to be.

For years, I practiced the art of healing as if it were a performance. As if the goal were to become someone who is never triggered, never reactive, never sharp, never messy. Someone who always responds correctly, compassionately, consciously.

Someone balanced at all times.

I now see how subtly violent that standard was.

I am laying it down.

I want to laugh at my mistakes, because they are deeply human.
I want to repair, not self-flagellate.
I want to move on, not excavate every moment for meaning.

I want to be allowed to make mistakes.
To speak clumsily.
To get tired.
To overreact sometimes.
To feel too much.
To miss the mark.

I want to be allowed to be human, like all other humans.

No more higher standards for myself.
No more treating myself as someone to whom “normal” does not apply.
No more exceptionalism disguised as self-development.

I am stepping back into humility.
Into vulnerability.
Into acceptance of my human fate.

This is not resignation.
It is not giving up.

It is choosing life over constant self-correction.

Onwards and upwards, yes.
But not through fixing.

Into the unknown.
With my whole, imperfect, alive self.

And that is enough.