Good Morning

I want to say something that might make you uncomfortable.

My pursuit of "healing" didn’t save me. It dismantled me.

For years, I did what I was told was “the right thing” after leaving an abusive relationship. I looked inward. I analysed. I labelled. I tried to understand what was wrong with me.

Codependent.

Traumatised.

People-pleaser.

Wounded Child.

Each label promised clarity. Each one quietly took me further away from myself. At some point, I realised I wasn’t healing, I was disappearing. I wasn’t living.

I was studying myself like a crime scene.

And here’s the part we don’t talk about enough:

A woman who believes she is broken will keep paying to be repaired. Trying desparately to find the answer, solution, or label that "heals".

I’ve written a deeply personal piece about how the healing industry thrives on our self-doubt, how labels become identity traps, and why I chose to break free. No diagnoses. No fixing. No analysing your childhood. Just truth. And an invitation to choose forward.

If that speaks to you, come and read the rest here:

👉 Read the full Healing Didn't Save Me article HERE

If you’ve ever wondered whether there’s something wrong with you because you’re still not “there” yet…this one's for you.

Creator of The Healing Rebellion & Unhealed & Unbothered

PS: This is not an invitation to heal harder. It’s an invitation to step out of the maze.

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