The Power of Resilience

“I didn’t survive by forgetting. I survived by remembering who I was before the world asked me to disappear.”
— Walk Your Past
Resilience is often misunderstood. We think it means being strong, staying silent, or pushing through, but I’ve learned that true resilience is much quieter.
It lives in the body. It hums beneath our breath.
It shows up not in how loudly we rise, but in how deeply we remember ourselves.

There’s a chapter in Walk Your Past where I speak about a moment that changed everything.
It wasn’t dramatic! not to anyone else.
But to me, it was the moment I realized I had survived more than I had ever acknowledged.

I was sitting in a parked car, holding the steering wheel as if it were the only thing keeping me from floating away.
My daughters were asleep in the back seat, their tiny breaths steady.
And suddenly, I felt mine stop.
Not physically, but soulfully. I had reached a breaking point, and yet, I didn’t break.
I remembered.

I remembered being five years old and watching someone I loved leave without saying goodbye.
I remembered the exact color of the sky when I realized I had to protect myself.
I remembered the shame I swallowed every time I told myself I was “fine.”

And then! I breathed again.
Not as the woman trying to hold it all together.
But as the girl who never got to cry.
As the healer who finally let herself be held.
That breath was resilience.
That remembering was healing.

This is what Walk Your Past is truly about.
Not survival. Not endurance.
But the sacred return to the parts of us that made it through.
The ones that still wait for us in the body, in the breath, in the broken places we once ignored.

In my work with clients, students, and my own children, I’ve seen resilience take many forms.
Sometimes it’s loud like a decision to leave, to speak, to rise.
But often, it’s subtle. It’s choosing to rest. To feel. To say, “That did hurt,” without shame. It’s remembering without crumbling.

Resilience isn’t about being unaffected. It’s about being reclaimed.

If you’ve ever felt like you had to “get over it” or “move on” I want you to know: you don’t.
You don’t have to escape your past to heal. You have to walk it, with softness, with truth, and with the kind of love that refuses to disappear.

Because every scar on your story is proof that you stayed.
And that is resilience.