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When a man disappears for weeks or months, returns with love, promises, and warmth, and then vanishes again, a woman slowly stops living in reality and starts surviving on hope. This is about emotional “feeding,” toxic cycles, and the moment a woman finally chooses herself instead of waiting for someone who never truly arrives.

I would love to continue these conversations about the ancient myth of Inanna and the feminine cycle of descent, shadow integration, and rebirth. Why the darkest periods of life often become the beginning of profound transformation and inner wholeness.

What we all need to remember today... before you even start walking the path in a new season...

A word that lately gets thrown around so casually it almost feels like the four horsemen are exhausted from jumping out of their box just to be shoved back in again. But in Greek, the word simply means “the lifting of the veil.” No “end of the world.” Just the moment when the film over your eyes comes off — the pink glasses, the innocence, the childhood illusion. And yes, it feels like the end of the world. Just not the world. The one you were living in. And if we’re honest, that world probably wasn’t that great to begin with. It was just yours, so who exactly had the right to decide when it should end?

or how women become containers for unresolved men... When did we decide to become mothers to grown up men?