The Day I returned to Me
The Day I Returned to Me
We ventured out on this journey, two hearts entwined, uncertain where the road would take us. Plans shifted. Emotions rose and fell. We ebbed and flowed through unfamiliar terrain, asking quietly, Is this truly the right path?
As a couple, we’ve always honoured each other's desires. At the centre of every decision was one simple, sacred intention: to care for one another’s wellness.
But two weeks into our time in the UK, something inside me stirred. Thoughts scattered like startled birds. Some were gentle reminders. Othes, more haunting, memories I hadn’t invited back, but which returned nonetheless. My mind fluttered like the wings of a butterfly mid metamorphosis, uncertain whether to retreat into the cocoon or emerge into something new.
Then came the day after our London trip, one of those seemingly ordinary days that shifts everything.
We had gone to visit a place that had long been on my now, fiancé’s bucket list. As we stepped into Regent’s Park, the energy softened. The world slowed. Mallard ducks glided over the still water, while elegant Egyptian geese watched over their fluffy, nameless goslings. There was such calm… such quiet permission to just be.
And that’s when it happened:
An awakening.
Have you ever returned to a place where old memories lived? A place once heavy with past emotions, past versions of you?
Did it serve you? Or did it summon your pain?
When I returned, something magical unfolded. I didn’t relive the past;I reclaimed it. The old narratives, the ones that once melted me down, dissipated in the air like mist. I hadn’t come back as the woman who had once felt small in those moments. I had returned as the person I was always meant to be.
That truth landed fully the next morning, as I took a solitary walk. There it was, in bold letters, as if written directly to me:
Be Bold. Be Brave. Be You.
I stood still.
For years, I had been shaped by the expectations of others. Sculpted into forms that fit their stories. I had smiled when I wanted to cry. I had dimmed my light to make others feel more comfortable.
But now, here I stood. Supported. Seen. Loved not in spite of who I was, but because of it. My partner didn’t want to change me. He simply wanted me to be free.
And in that moment, I realized something powerful:
The strength I was looking for had always been inside me.
Like a pot waiting to boil.
Like a butterfly preparing to break free.
Like Christmas morning, waiting to unveil its wonder.
That day, I didn’t just walk through a park;I walked into my truth.
I have evolved
I have arrived
I have become..
Not for anyone else.
But for me.
And maybe… for you too.
So if you’re reading this, let me remind you:
Be bold.
Be brave.
Be you.
Yes, You Can!
Elaine Thompson | +64 21 0484866
Frequency & Cellular Health Mentor