Inspired by Adam 's Session 2/22/26
I enter the breath with trust as my compass — trust that I am enough,
trust that letting go won’t erase me
Forgiveness is the path, the only way back to myself
There is a sixteen‑year gap between us,
two different childhoods,
two different women wearing the same face
I was shaped by her chaos, he was shaped by her lessons learned
He carries her voice in his head,
and because mine sounds like hers, he mistakes the echo for me
So he casts me as the villain in a trauma that was mine
not his — a wound rewritten in someone else’s memory
The breath climbs the mountain toward trust:
body tingling, light gathering behind my eyes
my mother appearing as both hero and hurricane
Belly numb, tears pooling but held
the critic speaking in her voice or mine
Then the breath softens — heat, release
memories flashing too fast to hold
Gratitude rising through the ache.
The question returns:
" How do I let go of what feels like part of me? "
The breath answers with space, grace, to give me choice
And I remember:
he is fighting her ghost, not me
He cannot see the girl I was
or the life I survived
But I can.
And forgiveness
— for her, for him, for myself
— is still the path.
I know I am enough
And I can trust myself