No one’s coming to save you babe.

💌 Dear Woman,

Who the hell is showing up for YOU?

Girl, I know you’re tired.
Not sleepy-tired. Soul-tired. Tired of showing up, handling shit, healing yourself, wiping your own tears and still feeling like no one ever shows up for you.

But let’s get one thing clear:
You weren’t born to be rescued.
You were built to rise.

This whole “I don’t need anyone” thing?
It’s not cold. It’s not mean.
It’s survival. It’s experience.
It’s knowing that no one understands your pain, your past, your process like you do.

So don’t wait for help. Don’t wait to be understood. Don’t wait for someone to come fix it.

Be the woman who saves herself. Every. Single. Time.

This week, give yourself permission to:

• Stop looking for support from people who couldn’t handle what you’ve lived through.

• Stand on your own, not because it’s easy, but because you can.

• Be soft when you feel safe, but strong when it counts.

Try this:

Next time you wish someone would just “get it,”
tell yourself: “No one needs to get it. I do. And that’s enough.”
Your healing is your job, and babe, you're doing it better than anyone else could.

A quote for you:

A song to carry you:

“That's My Girl” – Fifth Harmony
Because the version of you who knows what she wants and doesn’t wait for permission? She’s already that bitch.

Here’s the soonggg

You don’t need saving. You need reminding.
Of who tf you are.
Of what you’ve survived.
And of the power you hold when you stop expecting softness from people who were never built to hold you.

Let them go. Face it all. Handle your shit. And still slay.

With love & realness,

Felipa ❤️