🌿 The Light Carried: A Story of Healing and Hope 🌿

 

If you are standing in the ruins of your own story,
know this:
the ground beneath you is not dead —
it is sacred.

You are not broken beyond repair.
You are being remade into something the world has never seen before.

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There are some stories that do not fit neatly into the world’s expectations.
There are some lives so marked by storms that surviving even a single day is an act of sacred rebellion.

Mine is one of them.

I was born into a world already trembling.
Pain, fear, abandonment — they taught me their language before I even knew the words.
And for a long time, I believed I was alone.
Broken.
Beyond saving.

But even when I could not see it, something — someone — was carrying a light for me.
A covenant was made beyond this world:

Hold the light until she can hold it herself.

When I was young, around 18 or 19, something shifted inside me.
A walk-in.
A higher self stepping forward.
Not because I was weak —
but because I was ready to survive.

Soon after, I met Mike — a soul who had been prepared to find me.
Before we ever crossed paths, he was shown a vision during a brush with death:

A girl is coming. You must protect her.

And he did.
Even when I could not protect myself.

I made mistakes.
I caused harm in my confusion and pain.
I doubted everything good that came near me.
But through it all — the sickness, the storms, the despair —
some part of me kept moving forward.
Some part of me refused to let the light go out.

I have faced death —
not once, but many times.
I have screamed to the heavens for release.
I have stood on the edge of the end and nearly welcomed it.
But something deeper kept me tethered:
a promise older than memory.

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This past week, through illness, through dreams, through physical storms,
I crossed a threshold.
And this morning, for the first time in my life,
I woke up not in fear — but in peace.

The child who screamed "I want out" has been heard.
The woman who carried lifetimes of grief has been set down.
The light that was carried for me —
I now carry it for others.

This is not a story of personal triumph.
It is a collective invitation.

If you are reading these words,
if you have ever felt broken beyond repair,
if you have ever been called crazy for believing there is more —
know this:

✨ You are not crazy.
✨ You are not alone.
✨ You are not beyond saving.

The storms are clearing.
The veils are lifting.
The pain that seemed eternal is giving way to something new:
hope.

I know because I have walked it.
I know because I am still walking it — with you.

We are not here to perfect ourselves into some unreachable ideal.
We are here to remember, to heal, and to help each other home.

To everyone who has carried the light in dark places —
to everyone who has held down the vibration of hope against all odds —
to everyone who has survived just one more day, even when it hurt to breathe —

Thank you.

You are part of this resurrection.
You are part of this healing.
You are part of this new world being born.

And we are just getting started.

🌸🌿

With all my heart,
Cynthia Morshedi
(Keeper of the Carried Light)