Why BellaFly 🦋

Well, this name was given by my ex boyfriend, Chimpo. Don’t worry, this isn’t actually his name - it’s a nickname. And because I want to keep people‘s privacy, I’ll use their nicknames Instead.

But, let’s get back to BellaFly. 🦋

First and foremost, I simply love butterflies.

Many cultures associate the butterfly with our souls. The Christian religion sees the butterfly as a symbol of resurrection. Around the world, people view the butterfly as representing endurance, change, hope, and life.

I mean, let’s be honest - What’s not to love about those beautiful insects?

A caterpillar is born and dies; a butterfly is resurrected from its juices. who can’t relate to this? How many time do we born and die - Not literally - But during our journey in life?

People who have addictions and are able to recover? The feeling after recovery isn’t like dying and born again?

People with a broken heart.... Broken heart is compared to grief. What can be harder than grieve loved ones? And coming out of this healing process is basically the same as re-born. The feeling of freedom.

The freedom I am talking about is not the one where you can do whatever you want. I am talking about the freedom from the hurt.

A caterpillar transform into a beautiful butterfly.

I am a firm believer that we all feel like a butterfly at times.

But butterflies are pretty to look at, but hard to catch. And I wonder why?

Butterflies may look like delicate bugs, flapping their wings as they drift lazily from flower to flower, but the truth is they are highly skilled pilots, able to weave and dodge their way out of the path of a net without breaking a sweat.

And that brings me back to Freedom

Freedom is the survivor's motto. Freedom is our goal. Freedom from the cage we made for ourselves with our decisions. Freedom is nothing we can catch or win. Freedom has no boundaries. Freedom is this wide open space. Freedom is letting go of chasing these things.

Freedom is letting go of our story.

What does your freedom feel like?

Close your eyes and imagine it….pause. My freedom feels like the wind in the trees. It feels like wide open spaces in front of me. It feels like miles of silver sea stretched out before me and the wind blowing over it in ripples to greet me. Freedom is intoxicating at first. My freedom is self love. After a toxic relationship of 4.5 years and a lot of pain through this process, feeling my heart at peace and being able to move on and loving myself first.

What‘s yours ?

Love,

Bella