Rebirth Cycle 1 – The Breaking that Set Me Free

Week of May 19, 2025

Theme: The breaking that set me free.

This week began with light and intention—a continued momentum from last week’s sacred growth. Micro-journaling remained a source of daily clarity. I showed up for my creative self, celebrated progress, and took real steps toward my Mindset Shift. Wins from Thursday’s reflection included:

My body is responding to self-trust and ritual.

My work is aligning around clarity, joy, and resonance.

I’m speaking boundaries out loud.

I’m moving through the world with purpose, even when it’s tender.

But by the weekend, the old thread snapped. The memorial for Z’s father was emotionally draining. We fought. I witnessed the depth of his spiral and finally admitted to myself: this no longer feels like home. I still love him. But I cannot lose myself in his chaos anymore. His blame, his anger, his defensiveness—it’s not mine to carry. He calls me angry, but it is my truth rising up, no longer willing to shrink. I tried to hold my boundaries. He tailspinned anyway.

So I chose myself. Again. I rested. I reflected. And when the night came, I went to a concert alone—not in sadness, but in sovereignty.

“I can love someone and still leave the storm.”

“I will not be collateral to someone else’s collapse.”

This week broke me open again. But not down. Open.

And in the raw ache of it all, I can feel something new forming beneath the grief.

The hidden threads revealed: I remembered I am a woman of my patriarchal line —rooted not in the rigidity of my maternal line, but in the truth of my paternal ancestry. I saw my grandmother Helen’s face after decades, and it sang in my blood.

I looked in the mirror and saw my father, not my mother—a healing revelation for my inner child.

I carried pearls in a satchel and rewrote a lineage.

I wept at the crop circle of remembrance, overwhelmed by the braid I AM.

I painted a mushroom portal that maps my future.

I shared the Co+Keepers Soul Guide.

I built the Cosmic Frequency Lexicon.

I released. I remembered. I rose.

This was not a week.

This was a timeline shift.

This is where the old story ends.

This is where I begin again.