My higher self saved my life

 There came a point when I could no longer avoid the depths of my own void. It wasn’t something I chose at first—it was more like life pushed me to the edge, where there was no choice but to dive in. I felt like everything that once defined me was slipping away, and with it, any sense of control. It was like the ground beneath me disappeared, and I was falling into an abyss of uncertainty, fear, and darkness.But somewhere, in the midst of that descent, I knew something was shifting. I didn’t understand it at the time, but I wasn’t falling into a void—I was being pulled into one. It was a place where everything I thought I knew about myself was shattered, where all my attachments, my expectations, my stories about who I was, melted away. It was terrifying. I couldn’t see the bottom, couldn’t grasp anything solid to hold onto. It felt like I was losing myself. And yet, somewhere deep inside, I knew I had to let go. I had to surrender. Because in that darkness, in the silence, I was being reborn. In that void, I wasn’t just empty—I was a vessel, a blank slate, ready to be filled with new understanding, new clarity, and new strength. But it wasn’t going to happen in an instant. I had to die to who I thought I was before I could rise into who I truly was meant to be.I experienced multiple deaths during this journey. Each time, it felt like a part of me was being stripped away—an old version of me, an old belief, an old habit, an old attachment. And every time I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, every time I thought I was done, I was reborn. The cycle repeated itself, sometimes painfully, sometimes with grace, but always with purpose. I kept dying, and I kept coming back, stronger each time, more aligned with my true essence.The first death was probably the hardest. It was the death of the person I thought I had to be. The person who was always pleasing others, always pushing, always hiding parts of myself in order to fit in. That version of me faded away, and with it, my sense of certainty. But what followed was the awakening of something raw, something real. It was like I saw myself for the first time—not through the lens of who I was expected to be, but as I truly was, underneath all the masks. It was painful, but it was freeing.Then came another death—the death of my fear. I had always carried fear with me, like a shadow, always holding me back. But as I descended deeper into that void, I had no choice but to face it head-on. It was like staring into the abyss, and the abyss staring back at me. But as I gazed into it, I realized the fear wasn’t something I needed to run from. It was something I could embrace. It wasn’t the enemy—it was a messenger, guiding me to let go of the chains I had wrapped around my own soul. In that space of fear, I found my strength. I found that I could be afraid and still move forward. That’s when I understood the true power of courage: not the absence of fear, but the ability to step forward in spite of it.

And with each death, there was always a rebirth. Each time, I came back with more clarity, more peace, more understanding of who I really am—not who I thought I should be or who others wanted me to be, but who I am at my deepest core. I realized that I am not just the sum of my past mistakes or my old beliefs. I am not the stories I’ve told myself about what I can or can’t do. I am pure potential.I am strength, I am wisdom, I am love. I am the creator of my own story, and I have the power to shape it, to transform it, to live it fully, without apology.

With each death and rebirth, I started to see the world differently. The void no longer felt like a place of loss, but a place of transformation. It was the place where all the old parts of me were composted into the fertile soil of who I was becoming. And through that, I realized that my true power wasn’t in holding onto what was familiar—it was in being willing to let go, to embrace the unknown, and to trust that something far more beautiful was waiting on the other side.

I am no longer afraid of the void. I know now that it is not a place of destruction, but of creation. And with each rebirth, I grow stronger, more aligned with my true essence, and more capable of facing whatever challenges life throws my way. Because I’ve been through it. I’ve been to the depths, I’ve died, I’ve been reborn—and I know that there is nothing more powerful than the person who knows they can rise again, no matter how many times they’ve fallen.

I’ve learned that my true power is in my resilience, my ability to transform, and my unwavering trust in my own strength. Every death has shown me just how powerful I am—and that there is nothing, no void, no challenge, that can ever take that power away.

I love you

I see you