Bravely is a soft place for fierce truth, quietly told
This is the story of my lived experience, unfolding in real time, a kind of love note to my younger self (and to you, the one reading this).
Together we are unravelling the stitching forced upon the thread of our becoming.
And instead of replaying the moment, you get to place your hand over the little hand of your younger self and say:
No. Not today. Not ever. They do not get to take this.
And they don't.
Because in this now, in this breath, we are remembering what they were so invested in stealing from us.
We are breathing life back into the moment before the fracture and discovering a hidden truth.
We are not pretending the flattening didn’t happen. We’re proving that it no longer defines who we are.
Bravely is not just a blog. It’s the shimmer-path.
But not the well worn path of constant performance and distraction, signposted by algorithms.
Bravely she blogs, in reverence for the glimmers; for she knows, we are not data points, we are human beings, glimmering with hues tenderness.
And together, we are walking each other home.