You ever have one of those mornings where you’re just in the groove? That was me the other day.
I was practicing some new makeup techniques I picked up on TikTok—shoutout to all the creators out there teaching us how to slay with bronzer and blush. I was really feeling myself. Confident. Put together. I came downstairs, ready to batch content for the rest of the year, fully in “let’s-get-it” mode.
But then something shifted.
Out of nowhere, I started crying. Not just misty-eyed—weeping.
And I didn’t know why.
I hadn’t been thinking about anything sad. In fact, I was in full productivity mode, gearing up for Q4. But in the middle of my moment, a memory surfaced. One I hadn’t expected.
It was of my younger sister.
Years ago, when our parents left Jamaica, we stayed behind—separated in different homes with relatives. She was with one aunt longer than I was. And that morning, something about her pain from back then hit me fresh. The things I witnessed her go through as a child. The helplessness I felt. The scars she still carries.
And for the first time… I grieved it.
Not my pain—but hers. The hurt I saw her endure. The injustice of it. And how much I’d unknowingly carried it in my own soul, without ever giving it space to breathe.
I realized something powerful:
Sometimes, we need to heal from the pain we’ve witnessed—not just the pain we’ve lived.
I called my mom. Told her what I was feeling. And wouldn’t you know it—my sister was with her at that very moment.
And my mom, in her calm way, said:
“You can tell her yourself.”
So I did. I told her I was sorry. That I loved her. That I see her. That I still carry the ache of what she went through.
She said, “I wasn’t given a chance.”
That broke me even more. But it also freed something in both of us.
And it healed something I didn’t even know was wounded.
Now here’s the thing: It’s Q3. We’re over halfway through the year. And I know most of us are focused on finishing strong, hitting goals, and planning for what’s next.
But can I lovingly ask you something?
Have you made space to heal?
Not just your own pain—but the emotional residue of watching someone else suffer?
A sibling. A friend. A parent. A partner.
It matters.
Jesus knew that too. Even though He knew He would raise Lazarus, He still wept.
He didn’t just solve the problem—He felt it with them.
He showed Mary and Martha that their sorrow mattered, even though He had the power to reverse it.
That’s compassion. That’s love.
That’s what healing looks like.
So if you’re reading this and something inside you is stirring, I want to invite you to take that as a sign. Not to avoid it. But to lean in.
This season—Q3—isn’t just for pushing through.
It’s for processing what’s still weighing you down.
It’s for choosing to grow through the year, not just get through it.
And if you’re ready to do that…
Let’s talk. Let’s walk through this together.
Set up a personalized consultation and let’s start the healing journey—because your wholeness matters, too.
👉 Click here to book your consultation.
You’re not alone. We’re in this together.
Let’s finish this year not just strong, but healed and whole.
Your Biggest Cheerleader,
The Eve Speaks Team
