

Imagine yourself kneeling in front of me, my gaze locked on you—steady, curious, unrelenting. I see you, fully. Not just the polished version you show the world, but the messy, vulnerable parts you try to keep hidden. I don’t flinch. I wait.
What’s the one truth about yourself you’ve been holding back?
Say it. Out loud. Feel the weight of it in the air between us.
Now write it down.
How does it feel to let it out, to be witnessed without judgment?
Where else in your life are you hiding pieces of yourself, and what might shift if you let them be seen?
What would it feel like to fully surrender to being known?
Take your time. Let the words come when they’re ready. I’m watching. 💋