Personal Reflection
The past doesn’t ask for permission — it sits uninvited, breaks things, it’s a part of us, brands you with its weight.
And too often, we carry those ruins like an identity card.
But Jung flips the script.
We are not our damage — we are our decisions.
There’s power in that pause. The breath between what scarred you and what you shape next. It’s the moment you stop asking “why me?” and start asking, “what now?”
Let your fire be forged from choice, not just consequence.
And remember: even cracked skin glows when the soul’s on fire.
Reflective Prompt
What have you been telling yourself you are — because of what happened? What would it mean to rewrite that truth?
Memoirs of Madness 