Intimately Worded with Michelle

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  • Recovering + Healing Intimately Worded

    Something New: May Is Coming, and So Am I

    Essentials: Vitamins •Water •Writing

    There is something humbling about surgery.

    About being placed on a table. About surrendering control. About waking up and realizing your body has been altered in ways you cannot immediately see but can absolutely feel.

    My surgery was successful. I am healing. I am grateful.

    And yet.

    There is a quiet grief in realizing your body is no longer arranged the way it once was. Nothing cosmetic. Nothing dramatic to the outside world. But internally — something is missing. Removed because it was making me sick. Removed so I could live healthier.

    Still, the body keeps record.

    And sometimes, in the quiet of the evening, I feel like I am living in a body that is familiar… yet slightly foreign.

    I am told I will feel better. I am told my energy will return. I am told my body will thank me.

    I believe that.

    But healing is not just physical. It is relational. It is emotional. It is spiritual. And this is where my Tribe stepped in. There is nothing like being taken care of when you are the one who is usually strong. The helper. The therapist. The one holding space.

    To have meals brought. To receive check-in texts.
    To be told, “Rest. I’ve got this.” That kind of love softens something in you. Support is not a luxury. It is a lifeline.

    We were never designed to white-knuckle recovery alone. Independence is admirable. Isolation is not. My healing has been wrapped in the hands of people who showed up without being asked twice. That is sacred.

    And something else surprised me.

    Before surgery, I was placed on a restricted diet. Very clean. Very intentional. No rushing. No drive-through. No emotional snacking between sessions. And I liked it.

    I felt clearer. Lighter. More disciplined in a way that did not feel punishing. I enjoyed cooking at home. I enjoyed sitting with my meals. I enjoyed honoring my body instead of negotiating with it.

    There is a lesson there.

    Sometimes what feels like limitation is actually refinement.

    May is approaching.

    May carries warmth. Flowers. New light. But for many of us, it also carries the tender ache of Mother’s Day. The grief of what was. The grief of what wasn’t. The grief of what we hoped would be different by now.

    I feel that too.

    Healing in one area does not erase longing in another.

    But this quarter of the year — I want better.

    Better health. Better boundaries. Better nourishment. Better stewardship of my body and my time.

    Not perfection. Just better. More aligned.

    If surgery taught me anything, it is this: your body will force the conversation you have been postponing.

    Slow down. Eat differently. Let people help you.
    Grieve what changed. Welcome what remains.

    My body is not new. It carries scars. It carries history. It now carries absence. But it also carries resilience.

    And perhaps this is what May is offering — not reinvention, but renewal.

    A gentler strength.
    A supported healing.
    A deeper listening.

    If you are entering this month with hope and grief sitting side by side, you are not alone.

    Take the help. Eat the meal at home. Rest when your body whispers. Let love find you in your most human places.

    May is coming.

    And so are we. 🌿🌻🌿

    Being brave,

    XOXO 💕

    ©️Intimately Worded, Michelle

  • Red Flags or Revelation? Learning to Trust Your Inner Wisdom in Love

    Red Flags or Revelation? Learning to Trust Your Inner Wisdom in Love

    In dating and intimacy, we’re often taught to look for surface-level markers of “worthiness” — titles, income, lifestyle, social status. But the deeper truth is this:

    A person can look impressive and still live in quiet chaos.

    And the more mature version of you doesn’t need to investigate someone’s outer life to understand their inner world.

    You don’t have to figure out how much someone makes to know whether they are emotionally whole.

    What matters more are quieter, more honest questions:

    Is their life stable — emotionally, spiritually, relationally?

    Does their story match their choices?

    Do you feel safe, calm, and clear in their presence — or confused, tense, and unsettled?

    These questions don’t come from judgment.

    They come from wisdom.

    You’re not “too sensitive.”

    You’re perceptive.

    When something feels off, it isn’t an accusation.

    It’s information.

    Your body notices before your mind catches up.

    Your spirit recognizes misalignment long before you can explain it.

    And trusting yourself doesn’t make you cynical — it makes you grounded.

    Quiet clarity is powerful.

    You don’t have to argue with your instincts.

    You don’t have to convince yourself to stay curious about red flags.

    You don’t have to silence your nervous system to be “open-minded.”

    You are allowed to listen to the discomfort.

    You are allowed to honor the pause.

    You are allowed to choose peace over potential.

    Emotional intelligence in love looks like this:

    Peace without performance.

    Consistency without chasing.

    Safety without forcing.

    And spiritual maturity shows up as discernment — not paranoia.

    You are not rejecting people.

    You are protecting your peace.

    And that is holy.

    I pray this Sunday you focused on what you need and that you know that your wants (no matter how big) are divinely aligned. May peace be your stand and hope your anchor. You are worth your healing work. 💕

    Be brave,

    Michelle🌿

    ©️Intimately Worded, Michelle.

  • Promises, Hope and my Heart

    Counselors picI accepted a job offer last week! I have yet to share it with the world. I have been trying for consistent employment in counseling for the last two years. I am excited and I feel extremely blessed. This morning as I was looking at the beautiful autumn leaves I realized that I am manifesting, yet afraid of His promises of hope.

    The dream opportunity to work as counselor—to be in this role before graduation, waiting on licensure scores—terrifies me. Manifestation: an event, action, or object that clearly shows or embodies something, especially a theory or an abstract idea. I am walking in what God has placed in my heart, a work that He knew of before my acceptance, a purpose He gifted me without giving details of how to achieve.

    I tell you, do not push away from the painful things, the disappointments. Remember, that God is within those things, those interruptions as well, right there with you. This Counselor’s path has been not easy —very difficult. Becoming a counselor is not a stagnant career choice. You will grow whether you want to or not. Your heart will change, stop, beat, ache, break, melt, heal and then do it all over again. Your friendships, the ones you cherish will hurt. Oftentimes your alone time will be your healing time. This is an unquit for me.

    This is my unequivocal purpose that is coming true! Although the promises of Hope move me in unfamiliar territory, I am in a territory of harvesting—working within my spiritual divine role. The moments that do not hurt: receiving authentic affirmations from a 15 year old recovering within her eating disorder: “I am beautiful. I am so beautiful! I am disappointed that I treated myself this mean.”

    I received a beautiful hand-created scarf (pictured above) —this client did not use a knitting nor crochet needle. She used her fingers! She saw my joy and I put it on immediately, and said, “I will rock this!” She responds so unsure: “Ms. Michelle I can make you another, a better one.”  Me: “I don’t want you to. This is perfect!”

    I have learned to love the unexpected hugs! (In the beginning, this was a problem for me.)  They are the greatest especially when I know my clients battle with touch, intimacy and trust. With all that comes with gaining a trauma victim’s trust it has been my intimacy with God that carries me through each session. At times, the science and the spiritual do not mesh and then there are times you cannot have one without the other. There are different paths that lead to healing. I marvel at these concepts and therapeutic techniques. I love Counseling! I do.

    My life has by far been a complete God-experience; He has kept me when I did not recognize how He keeps. I could not have identified my professional identity without my spiritual journey. My first day begins after Thanksgiving.

    Remain grateful, hopeful and I beg you to, choose the larger life.

    “The beginning is most important part of the work.” –Plato

    Intimately worded,

    Michelle

    {Song of Solomon 8:5}

  • The Cost of no, maybe & no response

    He doesn’t want me…

    and I’m good with that. I am better when I acknowledge that information.  I am still great. I am still going to lose the weight and not eat this big bowl of butter pecan ice cream… and lays potato chips. (Awesome combination and a great emotional cure all.)  I am still loved. I am still an awesome mother. I am still kind. I am appreciative and appreciated. Rejection is painful and it also should make you fully aware of your greatest asset: Self, your You.

    We too often fall victim to our own missteps. We turn our hopes into a great mistake. Learning to love who you are should never be categorized with rejection. Love heals. Love corrects. Love gives. Love loves. Do not tear yourself down due to inattention, love is action.

    I know the negativity that runs rapid through our minds. I know how it replays itself over and over again. The strength of our hearts is based on the strength of our hearts… it’s unbeatable.  Never allow a person to out-purpose God’s intent and intended for you.

    Earlier this week, a great friend asked me why I never spoke of my ex-husband.  I responded: “That’s not a part of me. Why would I? It is so long ago. I have been divorced over 10 years.” She responds: “You filed it away. ” Me: “No. It isn’t a part of me. He was mean and cruel. I refuse to give Satan any credit. To “file away” implies I carry it and at times look back at it. I don’t. I’m healed. There’s no discussion about him because there’s no new information to discuss.” One little tidbit: If a person does not bring up their ex in a conversation, respect it and you in turn do the same.

    I’m learning that no one’s journey is the same. Heartache happens to us all but no one has the right nor the self-history to label my healing. Life is heavy don’t carry the unnecessary; carry hope.

    He doesn’t want me and I’m okay with that. Dating has become so generalized, an unflattering epidemic of social media terms and rules. Love is so much more, so intimate. Don’t get caught up in the pics, the messages,  the memes, sex clips, and infamous propaganda. I watched,  observed my parents a lot. What I didn’t comprehend they explained and taught me better. 33 years of marriage. God’s grace.

    I remember my first date. I was 16, so excited. I finally was allowed to date. My date blew the horn.  I jumped from the sofa,  ready. My mom,  my Pearl: “If you open that door I’ll break your neck.” I stopped in my tracks,  my smile fading. My Dad,  all 6 feet of him: “If he doesn’t come in here and speak to us there is no date. You not going anywhere.” I tried my best to hold back the tears while holding my breath and simultaneously working my unknown telepathic skills to will my date in. He finally crossed the threshold and I remembered that breathing was again wonderful.  Of course there was a list of rules and a set curfew.

    That lesson and many others from my parents keep me “okay” with a great deal of things. Rejection is a minimal concurrent stacked against unlimited possibilities. Know your worth and always expect God’s greater for every area of your life. No matter where you are in the phase of your journey—interested, like, deep like, in love,  can’t live without him feelings, heartbreak, know that you deserve all or nothing. Be proud of wanting what you want!  If the wanted doesn’t want to be wanted free’em with love. Stop bashing self and others. There are other open doors, different and in want of you!

    He doesn’t want me and I’m okay with that. Smile, anyway. His competition, that One will. Keep pressing. Remain focused. Subtract the cost, add in the benefits. For any person struggling for a place to be or how to be… Be you! It is better than okay.

    Heart full,  heart
    A.Michelle