It didn’t happen all at once. First came the headaches I brushed off. Then the constant fatigue I blamed on age, weather, hormones — anything but the truth. My body had been whispering for months. But I wasn’t listening.
Until it screamed.
A health scare — the kind that reroutes your whole life — landed me in a sterile room, hooked up to machines I couldn’t pronounce, with a diagnosis I never saw coming. I went numb. Not just from shock, but from guilt. How had I let it get this far?
The truth? I hadn’t “let” anything happen. Like so many others, I was busy surviving. Working. Providing. Pretending. I ignored my symptoms because slowing down felt like failure. I wore my exhaustion like a badge of honor. I thought pushing through was strength.
It wasn’t.
That health crisis — the one that broke my body for a while — was also what cracked open the rest of me. It made me see how long I had been out of alignment, not just physically, but emotionally, spiritually, even socially. I realised I was living for everything and everyone but myself.
The illness forced me to rest, not just my body but my patterns. To say no more often. To stop over- explaining. To sleep when I was tired and eat when I was hungry — not when it was convenient. To choose healing over hustle.
Recovery wasn’t quick, and it wasn’t easy. But it taught me something priceless: my body is not my enemy. It’s my ally — my fiercest, most loyal messenger. And when it says stop, it’s not sabotaging me. It’s saving me.
Now, I tune in when the whispers come. I no longer wait for the breakdown to make space for breakthroughs. Because that scare? It was a gift wrapped in fear — one I wouldn’t wish on anyone, but wouldn’t trade for anything.
So if your body is trying to tell you something — through pain, fatigue, gut feelings, or just a quiet knowing — listen. You don’t need permission to rest. You don’t need to earn your healing. Sometimes the most powerful decision isn’t to keep going.
It’s to stop.
And finally come home to yourself.
