got my bitch back: alchemy of feminine resilience
"who's she that rises like the dawn, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as an army with banners?" - Song of Solomon 6:10
listen, sacred architect of your own becoming.
the topography of transformation
this isn't a story of survival. it's a manifesto of radical resurrection.
the hidden landscapes of healing
imagine your pain as a vast, unexplored continent. each wounds a river. each scars a mountain range. each moment of survivals a topographical marvel of human endurance.
the sacred geometry of reclamation
healing's not linear. it's fractal.
it spirals
it loops
it breaks open
it reconstructs
mystical architecture of self-love
layers of deconstruction
dismantling inherited narratives
the stories told about you
the limitations others've imposed
the silent agreements you've made with your own suffering
excavating the divine feminine
beyond trauma
beyond survival
into radical sovereignty
transforming pain into sacred medicine
your wounds aren't weakness
they're portals
they're initiations
wisdom from the margins
from the apocryphal texts of resilience
"she'll be to him as a mother, and she'll nurse him in her discipline." - Wisdom of Sirach 4:10
this text speaks to a deeper truth: healing's not about returning to who you were. it's about becoming something entirely new.
the quantum mechanics of personal revolution
trauma's not your identity
your worth can't be measured by what's been done to you
you're a living, breathing miracle of infinite potential
spiritual mathematics of becoming
subtraction: release what's no longer serving
multiplication: expand your consciousness
division: separate truth from illusion
addition: reclaim your fragmented self
the profound declaration of self
what the universe whispers in the silence between breaths
you are:
unbreakable
infinite
a walking constellation of resilience
the revolution you've been waiting for
manifesto of radical self-love
"In the depths of your brokenness, you'll find your most profound strength." - unknown mystic
you've got your bitch back.
and she is:
wild beyond comprehension
holy in her complexity
uncontainable by any external definition
a force of nature disguised as a human
you're not healing. you're remembering.
blessed be the journey.
-gg