a dark tunnel.

Reflections. I find myself reflecting on patterns of control, of manipulation, of trying to rescue others instead of simply holding space. I feel the weight of anger rising, the echoes of old wounds, the voice that tells me I am not enough they are not enough. I sit with it. I breathe into it.

I see now that relationships are not about fixing or being fixed. They are about relating, about being present with another without losing myself. The mind wants to analyse, to justify, to create stories. But the truth is felt, not thought.

So, what can I release? What is no longer serving me?

I inhale deeply, drawing my awareness into my centre, and in that space, I touch something vast—an energy of freedom, a resonance beyond fear. Love is not just an emotion. Love is a state of being. It is the field I exist in, the current I surrender to.

Intimacy is not just about being with another—it is about bringing this awareness into daily life, about moving through the world in alignment with my heart and body. My emotions, my desires, my sensuality—all of it is sacred, all of it is welcome.

And yet, I feel stuck.

My soul calls me deeper within.
Distraction pulls me away.

Guilt lingers. Shadows of anger, resentment, and shame swirl within me. But I refuse to play the role of victim or victimiser. I see now that this relationship no longer serves either of us. And that is okay. There is wisdom in letting go, in grounding myself back into love, into compassion—not just for them, but for myself.

Integrity asks me to honour myself. To stop assuming, to stop compromising my worth in the name of love. I came here to ground, to learn, to grow.

So, I attune.

To pride in who I am.
To the energy that moves through me.
To the dynamism, brilliance, and wisdom that I carry.
To the power of being present, just as I am.

I embrace the lessons, even the painful ones. I release the desperation, the fear of failure. I no longer need to cut corners or shrink myself for love. Instead, I choose forgiveness—of myself, of others.

If forgiveness is offered in return, I will receive it with an open heart. But even if it is not, I will keep moving forward.

Because failure is not in falling—it is in the last time I chose to compromise myself.

Love is mine to claim. And I do.