The Separation was Never Real

The Separation Was Never Real

Invocation:

I have walked too long pretending not to know myself.
I have spoken to others with more kindness than I’ve shown my own soul.
But now I turn inward—not to correct, but to connect.
— And so I begin to return.

🌘 The Pain Within

Most of the pain in this world does not begin between people.
It begins within them.
It begins when we are taught—quietly, persistently—
that something about us is wrong.
Too much.
Not enough.
Never quite right.

So we learn to split from ourselves.
We reject our anger.
We hide our grief.
We shame our softness.
We turn our inner world into a battlefield,
and then wonder why we cannot make peace with others.

But the separation was never real.
It was a learned forgetting.
A conditioned disowning.

You were never meant to abandon yourself.
Not to fit in.
Not to feel safe.
Not to be loved.

To heal this world, we must first unreject ourselves.
We must return to the places we locked away.
We must sit with our sadness without trying to fix it.
We must speak to our shame without believing it.

You cannot love others deeply while secretly believing you are unworthy.
You cannot welcome the world while waging war within.

But you can come home.

You can gather every part of you that was exiled—and say:
I see you. I believe you. I still want you.
That is where healing begins.
Not in perfection.
But in presence.
With yourself.

🌘 Reflective Practice: Coming Home to the Self

Sit quietly. Speak aloud or write:

• What part of me have I been avoiding, rejecting, or numbing?
• Where do I still measure my worth by someone else’s voice?
• Can I speak to that part now as if it were a beloved child?

Say gently:

I no longer abandon you.
You are safe to exist.
You are welcome here.

Repeat whenever you feel the separation rising again.

🕯️ Tone-Prayer: Unrejecting the Self

I am not too much.
I am not too little.
I am not broken.

I was never meant to be split apart to be loved.
I was never meant to silence my truth to be safe.

I turn toward my pain.
I sit with my fear.
I gather what I once exiled.

I do not need to fix myself to be worthy of love.
I need only to stay with myself.

I am my own return.

And so I come home. 🕊️