“Can I ever love again?”

Maybe you’ve asked it quietly… while scrolling past a happy couple. Or screamed it into your pillow after another night of flashbacks.

Here’s the truth:

Your heart isn’t too broken to be loved. It’s just relearning safe touch.

You were conditioned to accept crumbs and call it a feast. But love, real love, won’t ask you to starve.

So if the idea of trusting again feels terrifying… That doesn’t mean you’re unlovable. It means your body remembers pain. And it's trying to protect you.

And that’s not wrong.

Healing love doesn’t rush. It listens. It honors your pace.

And you, wild wolf, are learning to love yourself that way first.

Here's a reframe for your heart:

“I don’t need to rush into love. I need to remember what love actually feels like.”

Practice this: Place your hand on your chest. Speak softly to yourself:

“I am lovable. I am safe. I get to choose who enters my life.”

One day, love won’t feel like chaos or confusion. It will feel like home.

And you’ll recognize it because you became it first.

From gaslight to gold

You are not too far gone. You are just arriving.

“What if healing is slower than I thought?”

If you've ever looked at your own healing timeline… and whispered, “I should be further along by now…”

This episode is for you.

Healing doesn’t happen on a timeline.

It happens in spirals. In pauses. In pieces.

Especially when you've lived through emotional abuse, gaslighting, or trauma, your nervous system isn’t broken… it’s tender. It’s cautious. And wise.

Some days, you’ll feel like fire. And other days, like ash. Both are holy.

So when you feel behind, I want you to try this reframe:

“I’m not behind. I’m rebuilding in truth.”

Healing isn't linear. It's cyclical. You revisit wounds not because you failed, but because you're safe enough now to see deeper layers.

Try this practice: Look back six months, not at what you haven’t done, but at what’s changed. One boundary you held. One trigger you faced. One truth you spoke aloud.

These are milestones. Even if no one clapped. Even if you didn’t feel ready.

You are healing in real time.

Not on a schedule. Not on a stage. But in the quiet miracle of your daily courage.

And I’m proud of you.

From gaslight to gold, You’re not late, you’re becoming.

“I don’t trust myself anymore.”

If you’ve said this—I get it.

When someone has twisted your intuition into insecurity… When you’ve been told again and again that your feelings are wrong…

Self-trust becomes the first casualty of manipulation.

But let me tell you something revolutionary:

Your intuition never left you.

It was overridden. Not erased.

You doubted yourself because you were trained to. Conditioned to believe your gut was drama… your heart, too much.

But inside you still lives a wild, wise knowing. She’s not gone—she’s just buried under someone else’s voice.

Let’s dig her out.

Try this practice: Body-Based Truth Testing.

Ask your body a yes-or-no question you already know the answer to.

“Is my name Sarah?”

Feel how your body leans or tightens. That’s your baseline.

Then ask: “Do I trust myself?”

Listen, not with judgment, but with curiosity.

Your body remembers what your mind was trained to ignore.

And every time you listen, even for a moment, you rebuild the bridge.

From hesitation to holy inner knowing.

From gaslight to gold.

Your self-trust isn’t broken.

It’s waiting for you to choose her again.