The woman is no longer buried beneath the rock—but she knows she’ll always be tied to it.

Bound by family, children, and responsibilities, she now faces a new challenge: to coexist, if only for a short time, with the very force that once weighed her down. No longer a victim, she now chooses harmony over chaos, presence over reaction, and self-honor over shadow.

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She understands this part of her journey may require the most work she’s ever done. Not just to maintain her healing, but to actively live it—while the Rock still threatens to tumble back over her. But this time, she is not the same. She’s built strength. She’s built tools. She’s built awareness.  

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And now, she’s ready.

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Coexisting with the Rock takes conscious effort. She must keep her nervous system regulated, stay aligned with her goals, her truth, and move forward without slipping into the thought patterns from when she lived beneath it. She knows that falling backward is sometimes part of healing—but she also knows how to rise.

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Little did she know, this next chapter would challenge her even more.
But she’s not afraid of the tests anymore.
Because she’s learned the one thing that matters most: stamina in healing.

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Every trial has taught her about self-love, purpose, and peace. She’s learned how to reprogram her subconscious, rewrite her story, and reclaim her power in all things, including her finances. And the most beautiful part?

She took notes.

She’s here now and soon, she will share those notes—with you.

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No matter what you’re healing from, you’re not alone.
There’s a way forward—and she can guide you through it.

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Looking back, she sees it all so clearly:
The signs. The synchronicities. The whispers she once ignored.
Now, she knows the truth: healing starts with awareness, then taking action.

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Her son is grown now—a reflection of her evolution. Despite the mistakes she made while surviving, she sees the unconditional love she poured into him. Love that she, herself, never received.
She’s proud. Not perfect, but proud.

 

​She re-parented the little girl under the Rock, but now realizes there’s another layer: the young woman she once was. The one who walked through fire still trying to prove her worth.  And through that reparenting, she finally understood something deeply painful, yet freeing:
She had been taught—through silence, neglect, and generational pain—that she had no worth. So she didn’t speak up about mistreatment. She allowed it. She normalized it. Not because she didn’t want better, but because she didn’t know she deserved better.

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The pain inflicted on her didn’t start with the Rock.
It started with how she treated herself.
She had shown the Rock how to treat her—by how she treated herself.
That truth, as hard as it was to face, became the key to her freedom.

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And because the mistreatment went on for so long, the Rock wouldn’t acknowledge it.
To do so would mean admitting it existed.
But it did exist.
It was just buried—hidden between kind gestures and moments of affection.
That’s what made it so hard to see.
That’s what made it so confusing.
Because how can something be abusive… when it’s wrapped in love?

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Now she sees clearly: real love never confuses your worth or demands your silence.

Now, she gives her the unconditional love, safety, and compassion she always needed.
She speaks gently to her inner young woman, reprogramming her with truth, kindness, and forgiveness.
She is teaching her:
“You are allowed to fall.
You are allowed to be human.
But you are always, always worthy.”

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She no longer sees her missteps as failures.
They are growth.
They are data.
They are proof that she’s evolving.

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And the woman in the mirror? She finally knows her value.  That woman is me!​