Your Soul has been given a name.
A face.
A history.
A personality.
A body you wake up in every morning.
And somewhere, deep beneath all of it — you ache.
Not the kind of ache you can explain to a therapist.
Not the kind “a” promotion fixes.
Not the kind a new relationship, a better diet, a spiritual practice, or even a church membership can reach.
It’s the ache of a Soul that knows — even if it cannot yet say so — that it does not belong to the identity it has been handed.
This is not a mental health crisis.
This is a case of mistaken identity.