Welcome to My Celestial Soul

Finding My Voice (After Years of Being Told to Be Quiet)

by Nicole Taylor — “Brooke Haven”

I realized something today that made me cry in the best way.

Not out of sadness, but relief.

Not from pain, but recognition.

I’m finally starting to find myself.

Not the version of me that people asked for.

Not the quiet girl who was told to lower her voice, sit still, be polite, and blend in.

Not the woman surviving bipolar swings, grief, brokenness, and disability… just trying to hold on.

I mean the authentic me.

The version I’ve been scared to become — the one who doesn’t dim her light just to make other people comfortable.

Ever since I was a kid, I was told to hush, keep it down, stop talking, stop singing, stop being “too much.”

Even when people complimented my talent, I never believed it.

I grew up homeschooled, isolated, blending into small rooms that required me to take up even smaller spaces… so I stayed hidden even when I was praised.

The world never taught me how to believe in myself.

But life taught me to rebuild.

In the last few years, I’ve been broken open more times than I can count:

I broke my arm.

I lost my dad.

I had to retire from a career I loved.

I survived abusive dynamics and manipulation.

I battled grief, bipolar disorder, and the exhaustion of trying to be “okay.”

I lost myself again and again… until I was forced to choose me.

And weirdly, it wasn’t when life got easier.

It was when it got harder.

I got off medications that numbed me.

I started healing my nervous system instead of ignoring it.

I stopped seeking peace from people who only valued my energy when it benefited them.

I cared more about inner peace than popularity.

That’s when my creativity came back.

That’s when I started building Venus Glow.

That’s when I started writing again, making music again, creating courses, building something real… all while navigating grief, disability, and growing pains.

I accomplished more in the last year than in the last six combined.

And it happened right in the middle of loss.

Right in the mess.

Right in the truth.

Now, I’m choosing to be seen.

Not for perfection — but for authenticity.

Not for pretending I’m healed — but for showing what healing actually looks like.

I don’t want to be quiet anymore.

I don’t want to shrink.

I don’t want to apologize for taking up space, for being expressive, for wanting to heal the world while learning to heal myself.

I’m proud of who I am becoming.

Finally.

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Final Thought

If you’re reading this and you still feel small, overlooked, unheard, or unsure of your voice — stay with yourself a little longer. You might be on the edge of meeting the version of you that you were always meant to become. Not the watered-down version. Not the polite one. Not the one who learned to survive by disappearing.

The real one.

The loud one.

The creative one.

The one who refuses to live only half a life.

Healing doesn’t make you quieter.

It makes you honest.

And honest people glow — naturally.

🌿 Welcome to The Celestial Soul.

Here, we don’t dim. We radiate.