There’s a place on the healing journey that nobody really talks about. Not the dark place — we know that one. And not the fully-arrived place — we’re working toward that. I’m talking about the space in between.
That’s where I am right now. And I think a lot of us are.
I’ve done the work. I’ve sat with the hard things. Something in me has genuinely shifted — I can feel it. But I haven’t left all the old patterns behind either. Some days I catch myself thinking the old thoughts, carrying the old weights, almost returning to who I used to be.
And I’m learning that this isn’t failure. This is the threshold.
It’s strange here. You’re not who you were. But you’re not yet fully who you’re becoming. You grieve things you thought you were done grieving. You feel a loneliness you didn’t expect — because you’ve grown past the old version of your life, and the new one isn’t fully here yet.
But I’ve also found something unexpected in this space: it’s actually sacred. This is where the real work of becoming happens. Quietly. Without fanfare.
If you’re here too — feeling the light but still carrying the shadow — I want you to know: you’re not behind. You haven’t lost anything. You’re just in the between. And the between is doing exactly what it’s supposed to do.
Stay soft with yourself. Keep going. We’re getting there.
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