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.
The difference between what you’re taught and what you choose
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Hey boo, If I’ve learned anything, it’s that life has a way of pulling the rug out from under us when we least expect it. People leave. Plans change. Loss cracks us wide open in ways we never thought we’d survive. And in those moments, it’s easy to feel powerless. To slip into the “victim” role—asking why me? or wondering if we’ll ever feel whole again. I’ve been there too. But here’s the shift that changes everything: we don’t have to stay there. We can decide that even in our darkest seasons, we’re still the ones holding the pen. We get to rewrite the story. We get to rise as the "Villain": the one who reclaims her voice, takes back her power, and chooses herself, even when it feels impossible. Grief has taught me that. It’s shown me what really matters… and more importantly, who matters. It has a brutal way of stripping away everything false and forging you closer to your core. Here’s the distinction I’ve learned:
Grief has a way of ripping apart beliefs that no longer serve us and demanding we step closer to our values. It forces us to ask: Am I living by what I was taught… or by what I truly believe matters? And let’s be honest for a hot sec: villains get a bad rap. Maybe the real “villain” is just the one who finally stopped living by inherited beliefs and started living by chosen values. The one who said no more to the conditioning, the roles, and the rules she never agreed to. Resilience isn’t about pretending we’re fine. It’s about allowing ourselves to be cracked open and still choosing to rise. It’s about holding both heartbreak and healing in the same breath, while building a life that aligns with what matters most. So as you step into the weekend, I want to leave you with this: You may not get to choose what broke you, but you do get to choose what you build from here. Victim or Villain...it’s your call. To rewriting the rules, |
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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