This isnât a place for pretending youâve got it all together. This is where we come undone â together.
Thereâs a moment in every womanâs life where it all starts to fall apart.
Plans collapse. Identities crack. Purpose gets blurry.
And the world around her says, âJust stay positive. Power through.â
F**k that.
This circle is not about pushing through.
Itâs about being witnessed while you break, bloom, burn, or begin again.
This is for the gooey middle.
The storm.
The scream you swallow.
The tears that donât make it to Instagram.
The messy, holy truth.
Youâre not weak for needing to fall apart.
Youâre powerful for being willing to do it out loud.
Here in this circle, we honor:
- The woman whispering âI donât know who I am anymoreâ
- The one rebuilding from rubble
- The one who just needs a place to land
Post your voice notes.
Drop your messy shares.
Write to your past self.
Offer your ritual.
Or just breathe here for a while.
Weâre not here to fix you.
Weâre here to hold you.
đŠ This is your chrysalis.
Let it hold you while you remember who the f*ck you are.
You can start your own post under this category, or reply to one of the threads below.
You are safe to speak here â through words, art, tears, or silence.
This is our sacred cocoon. Let it hold you.