The Light at the Front Door

You have been turning the light on for everyone else for as long as you can remember. Making sure they arrive home to warmth, to welcome, to someone who thought of them before they even reached the door.

Nobody has been leaving it on for you.

This journal was written for the woman who has been standing in the dark long enough. Not the woman who wants to blow her life up or walk away from the people she loves. The woman who simply wants to find herself again inside the life she already has.

Thirty days. One prompt at a time. No rules, no perfection, no pressure to be positive. Just one honest question each day and the space to answer it truthfully, maybe for the first time in a very long time.

The journal moves through four weeks. The first week you start noticing. The second week you trace where the pattern began. The third week you try something different, just once, just small. The fourth week you begin coming home to the woman who was always there underneath everything you have been carrying.

This is not a self help journal full of affirmations and gratitude lists. It is something quieter and more honest than that. It is a journal for the woman who already knows something needs to change, she just hasn't had the space to figure out what.

Thirty days. The entrance light is on. Come home.