Embracing the Storm

Not every storm is meant to be avoided.
Some come to shake the dust from our bones,
to crack open what we've outgrown,
to remind us of the strength we forgot we had.

The storm doesn’t come to punish.
It comes to reveal.

It comes to pull truth to the surface.
To wash away the roles, the masks, the weight we were never meant to carry.
It comes to clear space for something more real, something that’s always been inside you, waiting for the noise to fall away.

We’re taught to fear the storm.
To resist it.
To hide behind false calm.
But I’ve found that there’s a strange kind of peace in surrendering to it.

Letting it move through.
Letting it strip away everything that isn’t aligned.
Letting it show you, not who you should be, but who you already are beneath it all.

Because something happens when you stop fighting the winds.
You remember you were never meant to break.
You were meant to bend.
To root deeper.
To become unshakeable, not because you avoided the chaos —
but because you faced it, and stayed.

So if you find yourself in a storm —
don’t rush the clearing.
Don’t numb the ache.
Let it all rise. Let it all move. Let it all be seen.

Because there is power in the wreckage.
There is clarity in the mess.
There is beauty in the becoming.

And on the other side,
you’ll stand stronger.
Softer.
Wiser.
Wilder.
More you than you’ve ever been.

You don’t just survive the storm —
you become because of it.

— Allie