Tag: rise

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