Some mornings bring clarity. Today, a single phrase reshaped how I meet my own nervous system in moments of fear: “It’s not a prophecy—it’s a memory.”
As a therapist, I often speak with clients about how trauma lives in the body. But I’m also human, and sometimes my own nervous system slips into high alert. That familiar dread, the racing thoughts, the “what ifs”—they feel like warnings. But they’re echoes.
Hearing “It’s not a prophecy—it’s a memory” gave me language for something I’ve felt but couldn’t name. It reminded me that my body isn’t predicting doom—it’s remembering pain. And that memory doesn’t mean danger is present.
Now, when those moments arise, I pause. I breathe. I say: “This isn’t a prophecy. It’s just a memory. And I’m safe now.” It’s not magic, but it’s medicine. A gentle way to meet myself with compassion instead of fear.
Healing isn’t linear. But every time we reframe fear as memory, we reclaim a little more peace. If this phrase resonates with you, I hope it becomes part of your own healing language.
