Thank you. Truly. What you’ve written here lands with the same quiet force that moved me to write this piece in the first place.
The child called Deux wasn’t meant to belong to me alone. They’re a shape many of us wore, especially those of us who grew up sensing too much, carrying too much, or being measured in ways that never fitted who we were. Deux is deliberately ungendered because this is a story that crosses those boundaries.
Writing it as an adult felt like offering a hand back to my own Year-7 self… the one who was trying to stay intact in a world that didn’t yet have language for any of this. But the truth is: anyone who was once Deux has probably been becoming Eve for a long time😌💫
If the piece helped something open or soften in you, then you’re part of the story’s field as much as I am. I’m grateful you found your way into it.
By the time the story ended, somehow the seashell had miraculously landed back into the sea.
Nothing is more important on Earth and in this lifetime than touching a heart in ways that heal it and help it find its way back into daring to live once again.
This is the only reading on Substack ever that pierced through all the layers of my being, all the emotional wounds, tending to them, inviting the opening up and the healing in.
For the first time ever in here I have felt seen just as I am by Love itself.
Thank you for the wonderful news, Lilith (and Eve)! There's no chance I won't be here to read them all. Take care and have a wonderful weekend, dear heart and soul!
Time thinned out while reading
Expanded
until without boundaries it felt measured, not owned
🙏🧚♀️💜
Thank you. Truly. What you’ve written here lands with the same quiet force that moved me to write this piece in the first place.
The child called Deux wasn’t meant to belong to me alone. They’re a shape many of us wore, especially those of us who grew up sensing too much, carrying too much, or being measured in ways that never fitted who we were. Deux is deliberately ungendered because this is a story that crosses those boundaries.
Writing it as an adult felt like offering a hand back to my own Year-7 self… the one who was trying to stay intact in a world that didn’t yet have language for any of this. But the truth is: anyone who was once Deux has probably been becoming Eve for a long time😌💫
If the piece helped something open or soften in you, then you’re part of the story’s field as much as I am. I’m grateful you found your way into it.
This story found a seashell on the shore.
By the time the story ended, somehow the seashell had miraculously landed back into the sea.
Nothing is more important on Earth and in this lifetime than touching a heart in ways that heal it and help it find its way back into daring to live once again.
💜🙏🧚♀️✨️🌸
I didn’t know if or how to publish this but your comments are keeping me going! Thank you so much for reading it and for your beautiful messages ✨
This is the only reading on Substack ever that pierced through all the layers of my being, all the emotional wounds, tending to them, inviting the opening up and the healing in.
For the first time ever in here I have felt seen just as I am by Love itself.
Grateful beyond words for your writing!
Ps. There are 9 chapters to go 🥰 I hope you’ll enjoy them as much and I’ll be grateful for your feedback along the way ✨
Thank you for the wonderful news, Lilith (and Eve)! There's no chance I won't be here to read them all. Take care and have a wonderful weekend, dear heart and soul!