To the Woman Who Sees Herself in Thora

You found her — and something inside you stirred. Maybe not loud. Maybe not all at once. But something shifted. A small, bone-deep knowing that whispered: “I remember this fire.”

This post is for you.

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You’re not here by accident. You may have been told you were too intense.

Too sensitive.

Too angry.

Too proud.

Too much.

But what if I told you the very things they tried to shame out of you were signs of your power?

What if your sensitivity is precision? What if your anger is sacred? What if your intensity is clarity that cuts through the fog? What if your pride is the memory of what you were never meant to surrender?

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If Thora lives in you — even quietly — you already know:

You didn’t survive for nothing.

You didn’t rise just to play small.

You didn’t walk through hell to live a life of half-truths and hollow praise.

You came here to remember yourself.

And I made this space for you.

Not to fix you.

Not to coach you.

Not to sell you a ten-step plan.

But to witness you.

To hand you a mirror.

To give you language for the power you already carry.

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So if you’re feeling tired… but not done,

scarred… but not ruined,

silent… but not surrendered—

Then take up your place at the fire.

You are not too much. You are finally enough for yourself.

Welcome to the saga.