From Lifeline to Lightline: Heartbalm and what healing looks like now
When I started writing HeartBalm, it was another way to find healing - and how I kept breathing. It was my lifeline. Like a rope I threw to myself in the dark. A steady anchor in the chaos of my life that held me constant, when I felt like my life was falling apart.
But it wasn’t just for me. I was writing to reach others, too - those still in the dark,
those still holding their breath, those trying to survive what no one believed was real.
I wanted to offer a knowledgebase for the under-served - to offer my years of research, study, spiritual work, and energy training. I wanted to reach out to those that felt dismissed, unheard, gaslit. The ones waking up in the aftermath of trauma, and wondering what the hell was going on, and if healing was even possible.
HeartBalm became a hand reaching back into the darkness. Not to save everyone,
but to say: You are not alone.
And I’m so proud of that. Of how I showed up again and again when everything in me wanted to disappear. Even when I didn’t trust that something - or someone - would not come along, as it always had, to blow it all up.
I wasn’t writing for metrics or praise - I was writing to stay alive and to light a path for those still walking through fire.
But something has shifted. Something in me has awakened, and has been liberated from what I once thought I would never be free of.
What was once a survival tether… is now becoming something lighter.
Not a lifeline anymore - but a lightline. A thread of clarity. A breath of truth.
A way of sharing that doesn’t drain me, but honors where I am now - free and unstuck from the old tethers to pain, dysfunction, and the people and places where it all began.
For so long, I thought I needed to be rescued. But what I really needed… was to be seen. To those of you who have truly seen me through these words, thank you. You gave me more than you know.
She never needed to be saved. She only needed to be seen.
If you’ve been here with me through the darkest chapters, I thank you from the bottom of my heart for your hands to hold and your heart balm. And if you’ve just arrived, welcome. HeartBalm may speak less often now, but when it does, it will come from a place of soul sovereignty - not survival.
And for the first time… that feels exactly right - like a long-awaited exhale in my mind, body, and soul.
To read or explore more please reference this publications resource list:
r.h. Sin, Rest in the Mourning
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