Living between art and multiple sclerosis
The Quiet Moment
There comes a quiet moment many women reach after years of giving, holding, and enduring. At first, it doesn’t feel dramatic. Instead, it arrives without noise or announcement.
Softly, it whispers: come back.
What Returning Really Means
Returning to yourself doesn’t require abandoning your life or undoing what you’ve built. Rather, it asks you to listen again.
In that listening, you begin to notice what your body has been asking for. Gradually, you allow yourself to exist without performing strength.
You Were Never Meant to Disappear
Many women believe they must become someone new to feel whole again. However, healing often asks for the opposite.
It invites us to remember who we were before responsibility taught us how to disappear.
A Companion, Not a Solution
This Bloomcatcher grew from this understanding. It exists as a quiet object of presence. It doesn’t offer solutions and does not promise transformation. Instead, it offers companionship.
Where This Piece Was Born
This Bloomcatcher emerged during a time when I also had to return to myself. At that point, the return felt anything but romantic. It moved slowly. It stayed quiet. Often, it felt uncomfortable.
While my mind pushed forward, my body asked me to pause. In that pause, I understood something deeply. Returning to myself didn’t mean giving up.
Instead, it meant listening honestly for the first time.
From that place, Bloomcatcher #3 took shape. It came from the exhaustion of holding everything together. At the same time, it grew from the desire to come back home within. That’s why this piece resists explanation. It asks to be felt.
The Soft Pace of Returning
For the woman who chooses to return to herself, the journey remains subtle. Over time, it unfolds slowly. Because of that, it deserves gentleness.
Anchoring the Return
Sometimes, a physical reminder nearby, something created with intention, can anchor that return.
Soft Courage
Coming back to yourself is not failure.
On the contrary, it is courage in its softest form.
