A Letter to My Old Self…

This past Sunday, under the Dark Moon in Gemini, I wrote a letter to my old self.

A letter to the version of me that had carried an eating disorder for most of my life.

Since I was ten years old, she had walked beside me.

Through trauma.

Through heartbreak.

Through fear.

Through shame.

For years, I thought I needed to fight her.

But as I sat writing that letter, I realised something.

She was never my enemy.

She was a wounded part of me trying to keep me safe.

And for that, I am grateful.

For the first time, I felt ready.

Ready to stop carrying the same story.

Ready to release the struggle.

Ready to let her rest.

The following evening, beneath the New Moon, I took that letter outside and lit a fire.

A shamanic fire ceremony beneath the indigo night sky.

As I watched the paper burn,

I held her.

I thanked her.

For helping me survive.

And then…

I let her go.

I released the shame.

The guilt.

The fear.

The belief that there was something wrong with me.

And I welcomed the healthy woman I am becoming.

The woman who chooses nourishment.

The woman who chooses health.

The woman who chooses life.

This wasn’t a dramatic ending.

It was a quiet beginning.

🔥