Dear soul,

The pain I have felt in my life has lit the flames within my heart. It has shown me just how strong I am. It has shown me where I am not free. The fire clears the way. From the ashes I rise and rise again.

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Transmuting it all to love.  

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There's something beautiful about that journey from pain to love.

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That is how I fight. I fight with love. That is my strength. Not a weakness. I've always believed in Love. It has gotten me through my most challenging moments.

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I do it for the little girl who felt like she didn't have a voice. Like she didn't matter. Like she wasn't understood. Like her sensitivity was a weakness. Like she would never be free. That fire in her heart told her otherwise.

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To set myself free. A thousand little deaths. Oh, the sweetness.

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That pain was fuel. And that's beautiful. It's powerful. I love my pain. I love my scars. They have shaped me. They are my armor. I wear them with honor and pride.

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It's part of my journey, and I'm grateful I get to live this. It's raw. It's real. It's alive. To feel is a privilege. I get to transmute my pain into beauty while I'm here. What a gift.

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The warrior in me honors the warrior in you. Fight the good fight. For you. For the world. For Love.

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Lastly, I leave you with these lyrics I love:

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I don't care if I sing off key

I find myself in my melodies

I sing for love, I sing for me

I shout it out like a bird set free  

                               —Bird Set Free, Sia

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With love & reverence,

Eleni