Tanya Markul Quotes

It took acknowledging the brokenness of the world to dare making herself whole.

Love the stale glitter on your tired face and the tangled bird’s nest you call hair. Love your wobbly messiness, bad grammar, and sailor cussing flair. Love the crystals falling out of your bra and the feathers stuffed in your pocket. Love the scariness of what you know is held in your little heart locket.

My hidden unhappiness kept me in toxic relationships, malnourished friendships and poisonous mindsets just so I didn’t have to be alone.

Stop trying. Stop forcing. Breathe.

love, be patient with me as i shed this skin as i lie old patterns at these feet as i burn and sweat as i'm fed by this stream i can be fierce while this vulnerable i can seem far away as these wounds i lick as i writher, moan, cry and hiss, and awaken within this river carrying me home as i take in this last breath generous was this passing death praise be the person i was as i gasp life into the warrior i am now.

She was born an angel, and that painful story she holds, is one of warriorship, where healing unfolds.

Sometimes the scariest bridge to burn is the one between you and the person you thought you were.

Woman This Is Your Year. To be blessed by everything you hate, to shift from suffering to ecstasy of ache. This is your year to no longer be who you were, to rise from the embers, to be guided by Her. This is your year to be carried by grace, out of the matrix and away from the race. This is your year to be the clear-visioned goddess, to bear the heaviness of crown, a sacred promise. This is your year to live the life of your dreams, to heal, to witness, to be the one who queens. This is your year to forever change the rest, to un-tame, to shift, to lead, and to live blessed.

When I realized my pain came from wanting to be liked, I started to love myself. When I realized my pain came from wanting to be acknowledged, I began to see the woman I really was. When I realized my pain came from hoping to be special, I set out to explore the depths of my normality. When I realized my pain came from wanting to be held, I let myself feel the sensations of my body. When I realized my pain came from craving to belong, I took the first steps to nourish my authentic self. When I realized my pain originated from the actions of others, I began to accept responsibility for my own story. When I realized my pain came from chasing those who didn’t want me, I set myself free.

She's telling her story... Because what happened to her killed her self-esteem and stole her worthiness. It made her believe she was ugly and unlovable. It riddled her with shame and guilt, and more than anything, it buried who she really was. She wants to know who that is, before she dies, because since the day she was born, she'd been wondering who she'd discover when the pain was gone.

You are not the rejected one. You are the one who broke free.

Rejection taught her to let go of what didn’t want her. Abandonment showed her how to stand on her own two feet. Betrayal awoke her intuition. Pain broke her heart wide open. Loneliness gave her permission to befriend herself.

Forget all of your goals, except the one to heal.