You’ve ended the relationship. The dust has settled, but something still feels… lost.

You’re exhausted from chasing crumbs, begging for the bare minimum, only to bite your tongue just to keep the peace.

You say you’re done with dating.
Done with the games.
Done with bending and breaking yourself to be chosen.

But there’s still a fear gnawing deep within you…
What if I’m alone forever?

And yet you’re more tired of trading your joy, your peace, your sanity...
For a warm body next to you at night.

You don’t recognize yourself anymore when you look in the mirror and you question if you will ever get her back.

The woman before him, before the breakdown, before you lost pieces of yourself trying to keep someone else whole…

You were fire.

You were untamed laughter, wild ambition, bold desires, and a body that moved through the world without flinching.

You trusted your gut. You flirted with life.
You spoke your truth even when your voice shook.
You didn’t apologize for taking up space.
You knew who the fuck you were.

And now? All you want to is to be left alone.

What if this moment of solitude isn’t a punishment… but a fucking initiation?
A portal to the most powerful, sexy and divine version of yourself?

What if this is the death of the “good girl” you were trained to be and the rise of the Dark Feminine force you were born to embody?

Because underneath the masks and conditioning — she’s been waiting.
Not to be fixed.
Not to be healed.
But to be remembered.

If you’re ready to reclaim your power,
stop betraying yourself for love,
and become the version of you who doesn’t beg, chase, or perform...

I’m not here to fix you. I’m here to remind you who the fuck you are.