Day 18 – The Scariest Thing I’ve Ever Written

14 Aug 2025

It’s strange, isn’t it, how the scariest part of writing a blog isn’t worrying about typos or if anyone will read it. The fear comes from knowing that, with each post, I am laying myself bare.

I have always been guarded, protective of myself. Too many disappointments in life have left me this way. I feel—probably too much. I think—probably too much. I love—probably too much. And I give far too much of my power to those who only want to take it and claim it as theirs, rather than honor it, cherish it, or nurture it.

This journey—this exploration of my feelings—is an uncharted path. It’s the attempt to identify, acknowledge, dissect, and hope to come out on the other side intact. It means I have to lay myself open to hear (in my head), see (in my memories and dreams), and feel (in my heart and soul) things I may not always be prepared to hear, see, remember, dream, or feel.

Yet I know there’s an unrelenting need to heal, to come full circle with several chapters of my life, and to finally love me, honor me, know me, and nurture me—before I can be whole.

I hope the broken pieces, the messiness, the chaos, and yes, even the “crazy,” can make it through to the other side. That somehow, all these scattered parts of me will meet again in the middle, not as the same person I once was, but as someone stronger, braver, and more at peace with herself.

🎵 Spotify Pairing: Fix You – Coldplay

https://open.spotify.com/search/Fix%20You%20%E2%80%93%20Coldplay

🖋 Journal Reflection:

- What part of yourself do you guard the most, and why?

- When was the last time you allowed yourself to be completely open, even if it felt uncomfortable?

- If you could speak to the “other side” of your healing journey, what would you hope to hear from yourself?

Much love,

Stacey