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  • Reflection: Becoming Fire

    I used to think rising back up would feel like light pouring in. Like some soft return to warmth and hope.

    But sometimes, coming back to yourself feels like fire. Like everything you believed about love, loyalty, even your own strength, has burned to the ground — and the only thing left standing is you.

    The truth? Fire isn’t gentle. It doesn’t whisper you back to life. It scorches what doesn’t belong. It clears space for what might. It teaches you how to stand in your own heat without flinching.

    I became fire not because I wanted to, but because nothing else was left. And maybe that’s the point. You rise not as who you were before, but as something untouchable. Something unafraid.

    RAGE & RISE

    BY KAYLA BLEVINS — THE EMPATHY GODDESS

  • He Was There, But Not With Me

    Some love doesn’t leave with slammed doors or final words. It stays like a ghost, breathing in rooms where it doesn’t belong. This is for anyone who’s ever had someone stand close enough to touch — but never truly be there at all.

    He was there,
    but not with me.
    His body — a shadow draped across the bed,
    breathing in my air,
    but giving none back.

    He stared through walls,
    eyes fixed on a place I couldn’t follow,
    and I learned then
    the sharpest kind of loneliness
    is the one that wears familiar hands.

    Love shouldn’t feel
    like waiting for the same heart
    to show up twice.

    This poem lives inside my book Rage & Rise: The Goddess Spoke Back, a collection for every woman who’s ever burned quietly, then rose loud.
    THIS BOOK IS STILL UP AND COMING AND ALMOST COMPLETE. YOU WILL BE ABLE TO FIND IT ON MY AMAZON AT https://www.amazon.com/author/empathygoddess

  • REFLECTION: AFTER BETRAYAL The Day I Stopped Apologizing for My Fire

    Healing doesn’t arrive with a trumpet blast. It slips in the back door, messy and late, after you’ve already swept the floors twice.

    It started small, like most endings do. A glance that lasted too long, a silence where words should’ve been. I told myself it was nothing. We all do that — we rewrite the story while it’s still happening because the truth feels too heavy to carry yet.

    Betrayal doesn’t always arrive as a scream. Sometimes it comes wrapped in ordinary moments: a half-smile, a distracted touch, a shift in the way someone breathes beside you. And you sit there, pretending not to notice the walls giving way, because noticing means your whole life suddenly has cracks you can’t plaster over.

    For a long time, I wanted an apology. Something loud and cinematic. But healing doesn’t hand you that. It hands you quiet mornings where the ache has dulled enough for you to drink your coffee in peace. It hands you small laughter in places that used to feel heavy. It hands you your own reflection, waiting patiently for you to come back home to yourself.

    I thought healing would feel like winning. Like getting the last word. But it feels more like surrender. Not to them, but to the truth that some things break and stay broken — and maybe that’s okay.

    Maybe healing isn’t about getting it all back. Maybe it’s about learning to live beautifully with the empty spaces.

  • My Daily Essential Oil Diffuser 🌿

    I use this diffuser every day—all it needs is water and a few drops of my favorite essential oil. Whether I want to relax, focus, or clear the air, the right oils make all the difference—lavender for calm, eucalyptus for breathing, citrus for energy. It’s simple, it’s natural, and it makes my space feel so peaceful.

    It’s simple, affordable, and the benefits depend on the oils you choose:

    • Lavender for calm evenings
    • Eucalyptus for clear breathing
    • Citrus for energy and focus

    It’s become part of my daily routine for a healthier, more peaceful home. https://amzn.to/4p26yxM