Time For A Change
Becca didn’t stumble into this realization.
She arrived there slowly, painfully, breath by breath.
And now, it’s whispering louder than ever:
Something has to change. Or she will disappear.
She’s not just tired — she’s exhausted.
Not just busy — overwhelmed.
And behind a well-curated smile, she’s quietly breaking.
The aches. The brain fog. The swirl of late-night thoughts.
They’ve become her companions. So has the performance — pretending it’s all fine while everything inside her screams otherwise.
“Maybe I’m just not capable of real change.”
That’s the lie she repeats.
It sounds like truth after years of effort and no results.
It tastes bitter. But it’s familiar.
She misses herself.
The way life used to feel.
Joyful. Hopeful. Expansive.
Like she mattered. Like there was time. Like there was breath.
She’d give anything to remember what it was like to want to wake up.
The Quiet Reckoning
One night — wine glass in hand, phone blissfully face-down — she lets it hit her full force:
“How bad do I really, actually, truly want to feel good?”
It’s a question that doesn’t let her look away.
She rallies:
Books.
Another plan.
A cold shower challenge.
Meditation. Journaling. Less wine (after this bottle).
But her heart isn’t fooled.
Because this isn’t a “try harder” problem.
This is a start differently moment.
Enter Sophia
The universe, as it tends to do, sends her a breadcrumb.
A coffee shop.
A familiar face.
Perfect timing.
Sophia — brighter than ever — welcomes her into a booth like she’s been waiting for her. As if Becca’s breakdown is right on schedule.
And somehow, it is.
They talk.
No fixing. No fluff.
Just one woman reminding another of something she forgot:
“You’re not broken. You’re just exhausted from carrying a life that isn’t yours anymore.”
Sophia talks about the Game. About desire.
About how healing starts — not with shame — but with joy.
“You don’t force your way out,” she smiles.
“You play your way home.”
It’s not therapy.
It’s not hustle.
It’s not spiritual bypassing.
It’s a return — to the version of you that wants to feel good again.
A Spark Ignites
Becca leaves the café with more questions than answers.
But for the first time in a long while, the questions feel like hers.
The ache hasn’t vanished.
But something else is rising:
- Curiosity
- Readiness
- Hope
Not the kind sold in shiny, new systems.
The kind that feels like a door creaking open…
From the inside.
And this time, she’s not begging to be saved.
She’s stepping toward something that feels like truth.
To Be Continued…
She’ll call Sophia.
But not just yet.
First, she needs a walk.
A deep breath.
A quiet moment with her own reflection.
Because for the first time in forever…
She’s starting to recognize the woman looking back.
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