Well Hello You! I see you slowly getting back into yourself, recognizing your worth and knowing what and who you are. No more, a lesser version than you just to be loved. No. I see you rebuilding that person you were before you lost the spark of being in a relationship you had no place staying in! But, it's over and done.

Part IV: Returning Home — Rebuilding the Relationship With Yourself.

You’ve walked through heartbreak.

You’ve drawn the boundaries.

You’ve chosen yourself again.

Now comes the most sacred work of all— getting to know yourself anew.

Not as someone who’s been broken, but as someone becoming.

You begin by asking:

“What does joy look like for me now?”

“What does peace feel like in my body?”

And then—gently, boldly—you go find it.

You start taking yourself on intentional dates— not to escape loneliness, but to explore your own company.

Swim in Smuggler’s Cove or Brewer’s Bay—

not just to cool down, but to remind yourself how held you are by nature.

Walk Sage Mountain trails— and match your footsteps with your breath, feeling your strength return with every incline.

Sit with your journal at the beach in Cane Garden Bay—let the waves teach you how to release and write your truth into the tide.

Visit JR O’Neal Botanic Gardens with a book, and read in the quiet, letting stillness feel like love again.

You try a sunrise yoga class overlooking the hills, or move your body to Soca, a little reggae or maybe some gospel in your bedroom mirror— remembering how powerful your energy is when it’s just for you.

You make a reservation for one at The Dove or CocoMaya, ordering your favorite dish, sipping a glass of wine, celebrating yourself in public with grace and presence.

You head to Pusser’s or Paradise Club, not to look for anyone—but to toast to your own rebirth, to dance under the stars if you feel like it, or simply to feel alive in the night, on your own terms.

You create a playlist that makes you feel golden, you cook yourself colorful meals those feel good meals that reminds you of a happy memory, you get dressed even when you have nowhere to go— because your joy doesn't need an audience.

You let go of perfection.

You let softness coexist with strength.

You speak to yourself like someone you love—

because you finally are.

And slowly, you rebuild— not just your life, but your relationship with the person you’ve always been underneath all the noise. 

Hello YOU, This is not just healing.

This is homecoming.