Metamorphosis is never clean. It’s messy, raw, and often begins with a breaking. I’ve lived many lifetimes. I’ve shed identities, jobs, loves, and wounds that once felt permanent. Each time I entered the cocoon not knowing if I’d survive the dark, only to emerge with new wings. That’s why this space exists. To honor the in-between. The courage it takes to let something die so something new can be born. ꩜ What to Share Here - A story of a transformation you’ve lived through. - The lessons, scars, or gifts it gave you. - Where you are in the cocoon right now. It doesn’t have to be polished. It doesn’t have to be complete. This is the place for truth-telling. ꩜ Prompt to Begin Take a moment and reflect: - What part of your old self have you shed? - What wings are beginning to grow?