I think we can all agree that envy doesn’t feel good.
It arrives like a slow burn in the belly, or sometimes a smack in the head. You see her living the life. Sharing the thing. Expressing her truth. And something in you contracts. Not because she’s done anything wrong, but because part of you is still waiting. For whatever reason, you have not activated your fullest self—yet.
The reality is, we are all taught to feel ashamed of envy. To stuff it down, to pretend we’re unaffected. But envy isn’t a character flaw—it’s a cry from the depths of our soul. A message from the parts of you that have been exiled, orphaned, or quietly shoved into the background. Envy is the ache of inner orphanhood.
It’s what happens when we forget our own magic and start believing someone else got more than their share. But envy isn’t evil, per se. It’s a mirror. It shows you what you deeply desire but haven’t yet claimed. It says, “This lives in you too—if only you’ll remember.” And then, take action.
We must name the roots of this wound if we are to integrate it. Comparison.
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