The Sliver of Light: How Healing Reopened My Creative Soul

I thought that part of me was gone. But healing opened the cupboard just a crack, and in came light, breath and the start or return and becoming ME.

For a long time, I lived behind walls I didn't even realise I was building.

Walss of toughness.

Walls of survival.

Walls made of high expectations, relentless self-criticism, and a simmering aggression toward life itself.

I wasn't just hard on the world around me. I was hardest on myself.

There was little room for softness, for emotion, for dreams.

There was only getting things done, proving my worth, staying in control.

I thought that was strength. I thought that was what life demanded of me.

But over time, the weight of living that way became too much to carry. Something deep inside me whispered. "There has to be another way."

And so, slowly, tenderly, I began a journey.

A journey back to myself. A journey toward healing.

The Cupboard Cracked Open

At first, healing didn't feel like liberation. It felt like grief.

Grieving the years I spent locked away from my own heart.

Grieving the parts of me I had silenced to survive.

It was messy and imperfect. There were days I wanted to turn back. There were moments I doubted whether softness was safe.

But with each act of kindness toward myself, each moment of forgiveness, each breath of compassion, I felt something shift.

The cupboard where I had locked away my creativity, my joy, my dreaming!

It opened, just a sliver.

A tiny beam of light slipped through. Not enough to flood the room. Not enough to feel fully free.

But enough to know that something within me was still alive. Still had a lot to give. Still waiting. Still believing. Still dreaming.

The Patience of the Soul

The sliver of light stayed that way for a long time. It didn't swing open with fanfare or fireworks.

It simply heald steady, a quiet reminder that healing isn't an instant trnasformation.

It's a slow re-learningof how to live, love, and create from a place of wholeness.

I wasn't ready yet to fully reclaim my creativity.

But for the first time in years, I could feel it breathing behind the door.
Waiting patiently.

Trusting I would find my way back.

The Sovereign Architect Was Stirring

Even when I couldn't name it.

Even when I couldn't see the full blueprint.

Healing wasn't separate from my creativity. Healing was the bridge back to it.

Is there a small sliver of light left in your life? A whisper, a spark, a gentle stirring that you've noticed?

What would it feel like to honour it, even if you're not ready to fling the door wide open yet.

Next in the series: The Stirring, When You Start Feeling There's More (because once the door cracks open, the soul begins to call louder).