The Metamorphosis: Losing Myself to Truly Find Who I Am

Have you ever really thought about metamorphosis?               Not just the word, but what it actually means-the caterpillar cocooning, dissolving, and somehow emerging as a butterfly. Like, WTF?! When you really think about it, that’s wild. That something so small, so ordinary, can completely fall apart and come back as something beautiful and free. That process-that painful, disorienting transformation-feels a lot like therapy. It feels like growth. It feels like life.We love to talk about transformation like it’s this bright, glowing thing- light, freedom, awareness. But the truth? It’s messy. It’s raw. It’s the part of the story most people skip over because it’s the part where everything familiar falls away.The theme of this issue-The Fear of Losing (Yourself to Find Yourself)-hits deep for me because that’s exactly what healing feels like. You don’t just find yourself one day and say, “Ah, there I am.” You lose yourself first. You question everything. You unravel.There’s a point in that unraveling where you start to feel like you’re slipping into darkness. In my world, we call that the dark night of the soul. And let me tell you-it’s heavy. It’s that kind of pain that sits on your chest and doesn’t let you breathe...