The Becoming

©️ By Sophie Lewis | The Grooming Files | Shadowborn Series

No one crowns you here. No finish line. No angels singing. No perfect sunrise to mark the shift.

One day, you just notice: You didn’t apologise for existing. You didn’t spiral when someone ghosted you. You breathed through a trigger instead of biting your tongue bloody.

That’s it. That’s becoming.

The Quiet Power Phase

The storm passed, but you stayed.

And now it’s quiet.

Not empty. Sacred.

You don’t crave chaos anymore. You don’t fill the silence with distractions. Or people. Or proving.

You sit in the stillness, and it doesn’t try to swallow you. It holds you.

This phase isn’t loud. There are no fireworks. No crying-on-the-floor revelations.

Just peace. And it feels… unfamiliar. But good.

Soft Doesn’t Mean Weak

The old you thought strength was armour. Being cold. Being numb. Being smarter than pain.

But this version of you? She feels it all, and stays soft.

Not fragile. Free.

You’re not scared of your emotions anymore. You welcome them. They don’t drown you. They deepen you.

You cry without shame. You rage without guilt. You love without apology.

That’s not weak. That’s warriorship.

Becoming Isn’t Clean

It’s messy.

You’ll still get triggered. Still fall into old patterns. Still hear the echoes of the past whispering you back into old roles.

But you catch it now. You return faster.

Becoming isn’t a clean break. It’s choosing yourself over and over — until it’s no longer a choice. It’s who you are.

There’s no arrival. Only embodiment.

Living Without the Mask

You don’t contort anymore. You don’t shrink to fit. You don’t lie to make others comfortable.

You let people see you, fully.

The weird. The wild. The wounded.

Some walk away. Let them.

The ones who stay? They’re your mirror. They don’t flinch at your truth. They witness you.

That’s more sacred than any fake safety you had before.

Receiving Without Guilt

This might be the hardest part: Letting it be good.

Letting yourself receive kindness without questioning motives. Love without earning it. Peace without waiting for it to explode.

You’re not broken for flinching at joy. You were just never taught it could last.

But now, you’re learning. You deserve beauty. You deserve to rest. You don’t have to be in pain to be real.

You’re Becoming the Guide Now

You’re not above the ones still crawling. You are them, just a few miles ahead.

You carry the torch, not because you’re finished, but because you didn’t quit.

You become proof it’s survivable. You become someone else’s “I’m not alone.”

Not by preaching. By living.

You’re not who you were. You’re not who you’ll be.

You’re becoming and that’s enough.

🦋 Soph x