I saw the red flags. I KNEW better. Why didn’t I listen?


Have you ever looked back on a relationship (romantic or otherwise) and thought: I saw the red flags. I knew better. Why didn’t I listen?

That’s the betrayal we don’t talk about.

Not the betrayal of someone else breaking your trust, but the ache of realizing you betrayed yourself.

You silenced your gut.
You hid the parts of you that felt “too much.”
You kept showing up as the watered-down version of yourself just to keep the connection alive.

When we mute our instincts, we never get to find out if the other person could truly see us, love us, or stand beside us as we are. We settle for half-love because we offered half-truth.

Discernment in love is letting your gut lead you into relationships where you don’t have to shrink. It’s letting yourself be fully seen...even when it’s scary, even when rejection is possible, because the real betrayal is abandoning yourself first.

Question to ponder this week: Where in your love life (either past or present) have you quieted your truth in order to be chosen? And what would it look like to choose yourself instead?

P.S.: In Sacred Circle, we create the kind of space where masks drop, truths are spoken out loud, and the love you’re searching for begins with you finally seeing yourself.

Much Love,
​Jess​

Jess Leone

Not your typical love-and-light bullsh*t. Just my subtle (okayyyy, sometimes NOT-so-subtle 😘) way of calling you OUT & calling you BACK to yourself, all while reminding you you're not alone in any of this.

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