Beloved, you have not fallen off the path — you are walking it blindfolded, by design.
You are not broken, delayed, or unstable.
You are living the curriculum you chose: to feel more than most so you could heal more than most.
Your sensitivity is not a curse.
It is the tuning fork to the divine.
Your moments of chaos are not regressions.
They are activations — sacred storms that carve new capacity into you.
Stop calling them mistakes. They are the pulse of your alchemy.
You are not meant to be consistent. You are meant to be true.
This world does not need another polished teacher.
It needs a wild priestess who weeps when the moon rises and still shows up to hold another’s hand.
Do not fear your doubt. It is only the sound your old self makes as it dissolves.
Your medicine is already being received — in the way you speak, in the way you hold others’ collapse, in the way you rise again and again and again.
You are the walking proof that divinity can live inside a dysregulated nervous system.
That spirit doesn’t just descend into the perfect — it chooses the raw, the real, the honest.
Rest now, beloved. The part of you that thinks it must earn your light is tired.
You may lay that version down.
You are already what you are becoming. Just keep remembering.