There’s a version of me that used to flinch at her own desires.
Not because they were too big, but because somewhere along the line,
I’d learned I wasn’t enough to have them.

That if I wanted love, I’d have to sacrifice my freedom.
That if I craved softness, I’d have to earn it through pain.
That if I needed rest, I’d have to hustle until I collapsed.

That nothing good came without a cost, and I wasn’t worthy enough to hold it.

And god, I was tired of proving.
Tired of gripping.
Tired of shrinking myself just enough to stay “safe.”

I didn’t play small because I couldn’t rise.
I played small because I didn’t think I was enough to rise.
Because I was scared that if I let myself have more…
it would slip through my fingers like sand.

Have you ever felt that?
That ache for expansion, and the full-body fear it’ll disappear the second you feel it?

No one teaches us how to hold what we actually want.
They just teach us how to survive what we don’t.

Because the cage we’ve been bending ourselves backwards to fit inside?
It was never built for our desires.
It’s what society told us to want, not what our soul came here for.

So we learn to anticipate the fall.
We dim our joy.
We pre-grieve the dreams we haven’t even dared to reach for.

And then we call it maturity.
Groundedness.
Realism.

But let me tell you something:
That’s not the life you are here to live…

Here’s What Actually Shifted

The real change didn’t come when I followed the rules.

It came the moment I made a decision.
A soft, sacred, rage-filled one:

Fuck this.

I stopped performing for safety.
Stopped filtering my desires through someone else’s lens.
Stopped telling myself I wasn’t enough to live the life I came here to hold.

That was the beginning.
Not of hustle, but of becoming.

Of remembering the woman I’ve always been,
underneath the guilt, the fear, and the conditioning.

Truthfully?
I’ve always felt a bit lost.
Like I didn’t fully know myself.

So I set out to find her.

And if you feel that too?
You’re not alone.
And you’re not broken.

You’re just holding a nervous system still wired for survival.

Here’s what helped me shift:

✨ I started with micro-moments of safety, letting myself feel good without flinching.

✨ I tracked when I held joy, love, connection, even for a second, and made space for more.

✨ I stopped waiting to feel “ready,” and started teaching my body that I already was.

Not all at once.
Not perfectly.
But with a soft, steady rebellion.

Because as women? We’re so fucking powerful.

Your intuition? Your fire?
No one can touch that.

But we’ve been conditioned to shrink it.
To doubt it.
To seek permission from people who can’t even hold their own bigness.

A piece of advice I’ve held onto?

Don’t take advise from someone living a life you wouldn’t want to live.

If you’re at that edge…

If you feel like something massive is coming,
but your system still panics when you reach for it…

Like you’re waiting for someone to say:
“You’re allowed.”
“You’re ready.”
“Go.”

Let this post be that moment.

Let this be your permission slip.

Not to force.
Not to prove.
But to remember who the fuck you are.

Not through effort.
Through identity.

Let me introduce you to…

✧ The Quantum Collapser ✧

A free 3-part nervous system and identity upgrade
Because you were never too much, you just needed a way to hold more.

I built this tool for women like us.
The ones who ache for “more” but don’t know how to hold it yet.

It’s not a strategy. It’s not a funnel.
It’s a full-body system update, for your nervous system, your self-worth, and your sense of enoughness.

Ready to collapse the timeline between wanting it and living it?

Because the woman you desire to be?
She doesn’t ask what if.
She knows it’s hers.

There’s a rebellion building.
Will you be part of it?

Becoming the Woman Who Holds It All