How to live by dying

Darling, you are going to die a thousand deaths.

Not the kind they bury you for, but the kind they never tell you about.

The kind that strip you bare, and still ask you to walk into the light.

The kind that tear through your identity in the middle of the night, whispering "let go", when you were sure you were only just getting started.

I have died so many times.
In relationship, in career, in identity, in ego, in motherhood.

Right now, mid-move, mid-rebirth, mid-everything… I feel something loosening inside me again. Another death, quietly unfolding.

There’s a kind of tenderness in it. Like watching a version of yourself fade into the distance.