“What happened to you is part of your story — but it is not your identity.”
The deepest wound isn’t always the event — it’s the identity we build around it.
I was rejected… so I must be unlovable.
I was betrayed… so I must be foolish.
I was hurt… so I must be broken.
We confuse what *happened* with who we *are.* But they are not the same.
What happened may explain some of your fears. Your coping. Your defenses.
But it does not define your worth. Your beauty. Your truth.
*You are not the wound.*
*You are the one who has felt it, carried it, survived it — and is now healing from it.*
You don’t have to erase your past to reclaim yourself. You only have to stop letting it speak louder than your soul.
Sit in stillness with one hand over your heart and the other on your belly. Breathe deeply. Visualize yourself gently stepping out of a story you’ve worn for too long. As you exhale, whisper: 'This is not who I am.' Repeat slowly and gently, as many times as needed.
Write a list titled: 'What Happened to Me.' Then next to each one, write: 'But I am…' and complete the sentence with something true about your identity that goes beyond the wound. Keep the second list close. That’s the one you’re living now.
Naomi L. “I thought being hurt meant I was fragile. But this made me realize — I’m not the wound. I’m the one who walked through it and still found love again. That changed how I see myself forever.”
You are not defined by what tried to break you — but by the wholeness that remained.