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Year of the Snake — A Reflection
At the beginning of this year, I didn’t realize I was standing at a threshold.
I only knew something was ending.
2025 was never a death sentence, but it was the death of an old self — one shaped by fear, survival, and the belief that I had to earn belonging. That ending wasn’t cruel. It was necessary. Something inside of me was ready to rise.
This year asked me to listen. Not louder, but deeper.
Fear tried to return when I hesitated. When obedience felt lonely and the familiar felt safer than truth. Buying my home brought those fears closer. The silence made them louder. The space made me face myself.
The snakes that appeared were not punishment, but mirrors. They reflected the moments I wasn’t faithful to myself. The moments I heard God whisper and chose comfort instead. The snake wasn’t the enemy — it was the lesson. Teaching me how to shed without shame.
Stepping into my purpose never meant leaving my family behind. It meant learning how to stay without disappearing. It meant believing love can grow stronger when it’s rooted in truth, not guilt. For a long time, I felt like I didn’t belong. Like I didn’t deserve my children. Like love was something I could lose.
Seeing the chipped paint on my daughter’s wall wasn’t meant to hurt me. It showed me that my story, spoken from pain, may have hurt my mother, my siblings, and my children — not because my experiences weren’t real, but because I held onto the anguish longer than the healing. Different perspectives didn’t align, and that doesn’t make anyone wrong. It makes us human.
Losing the job I loved felt like another abandonment, but staying would have delayed my purpose. If I hadn’t been let go, I wouldn’t have learned how to sit with loneliness, how to lean on the Divine instead of my own strength, or how to hear the deeper lessons this year was offering.
What once felt like living in hell slowly became a birth. A breaking down of negative beliefs and emotions. A searching for the good in the hardest moments.
For years, my mind held me captive. Years I didn’t fully live or fully see the beauty of being a mom, the gift of presence, the sacredness of now.
Old friendships will always live in my heart. Memories held close with gratitude, not regret.
Learning to truly love myself is changing everything. It’s teaching me how to love my children better, how to recognize healthy love, how to honor my body, and how to prepare for the woman I am becoming and the partner I will one day meet.
Slowing down and writing into my wounds gave birth to a community where healing is happening — not from perfection, but from honesty. Travel no longer feels like escape. It feels peaceful.
This year didn’t break me.
It freed me.
I didn’t lose myself in 2025.
I returned. 🐍🤍
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Year of the Snake — A Reflection
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