The Week the Universe Asked Me to Let Go
Something shifted this week.
I felt it deep in my bones, that quiet pull between the ache of disappointment and the clarity that only comes when you finally see things for what they are.
I’ve already begun the process of leaving this chapter behind, emotionally, spiritually, energetically. But this week reminded me why that decision was right… and necessary.
As the lunar eclipse swept in, followed closely by the Fall Equinox, I realized this wasn’t just another hard week.
It was a reckoning.
A sacred turning point.
The Illusion of Belonging
I’ve been holding on.
Longer than I should have.
To a space that stopped holding me back with love and instead just held me back.
To conversations where silence replaced honesty.
To systems that reward the loudest voices while quietly sidelining the steady ones.
To situations where doing more only meant being seen less.
It’s easy to convince yourself to stay, especially when people depend on you, or when you’re told to be grateful for what you have.
But staying somewhere you’ve outgrown doesn’t serve anyone.
It only diminishes the light you came here to share.
The Eclipse That Revealed the Truth
The lunar eclipse arrived like a mirror.
Not to show me how broken things were,
but to reflect how far I’ve come,
and how far I’m ready to go.
I saw the imbalance in the places I once gave my all.
I saw how some people only reach for you when they need something,
not when they see your value.
I noticed the subtle shifts,
people pulling away, questions left unanswered,
the weight of being expected to hold things together
while receiving none of the same care in return.
And yet, with all that unraveling, came peace.
Because now I know it’s not me.
It never was.
I shared recently that I’m closing this chapter quietly, without fanfare, and that’s still true. But some goodbyes take time. Some unfold slowly, layer by layer, moment by moment. This week brought one more layer to release.
The Equinox and the In-Between
The equinox brought with it a different message,
a reminder that transition isn’t failure.
That balance isn’t about staying in place,
but about making space for what’s next.
I’m in between.
Not quite gone, not quite rooted elsewhere.
And while this in-between space can be wildly uncomfortable, it’s also sacred.
Because this is the moment where you begin to trust yourself
more than you trust the comfort of familiarity.
It’s where you stop asking permission to evolve.
It’s where you stop shrinking to fit someone else’s idea of who you should be.
It’s where you decide:
I’m no longer available for what drains me.
Rising Rooted
I’m still moving toward the life I’ve envisioned,
slowly, intentionally.
But now, I’m no longer looking for external permission.
I don’t need anyone to validate my reasons
or soften the story to make it palatable.
I’m choosing peace over performance.
Integrity over silence.
My North Star over staying small.
Letting go doesn’t mean failure.
It means freedom.
If You’re in That Space Too…
If you’re also standing in a space that no longer fits,
between what was and what’s coming next,
this is your reminder:
You’re not stuck.
You’re becoming.
The discomfort is not a sign that you’re doing something wrong.
It’s proof that you’re growing.
And maybe, just maybe,
the universe is asking you, lovingly, boldly,
to let go… so you can finally rise.
P.S. If you saw my recent Reel, this post is the heart behind that caption, the full truth of what I’ve been moving through. Thank you for holding space with me.
xx, Diana
