I found this gem tucked away in my voice memos from over a year ago.
At the time, I practiced this often. It was imperative for me. I struggled to feel what was happening inside my body. I didn’t know how to bring safety to it. But over time, I grew familiar with the practice. Through repetition, it became a habit—almost like something a gentle parent might have taught me.
I’m sharing this with you in the hope that you might take pieces of my journey with you. I praise God, and I honor the hard work I did to learn what safety feels like from the inside.
Shout out to my therapist, my dear friends, and to myself—for loving me through the process.
XOXO,
S.G. Wells
