Category: Daily Journal

Title: What Is Tikkun? And What My Soul Is Here to Heal

There’s a concept in spiritual teaching, particularly in Kabbalah, that has always stuck with me: Tikkun. It means “correction” or “repair.” But not in the way we fix a leaky faucet or a flat tire. Tikkun is deeper. It’s the soul-level work we’re here to do in this lifetime—the healing we came here to face, the patterns we’re meant to transform.

Your tikkun isn’t about punishment. It’s not karma as retribution. It’s your soul’s gentle (and sometimes not-so-gentle) invitation to grow. Often, it shows up through the hardest things: the relationships that break us open, the pain we try to bury, the parts of ourselves we avoid.

For me, my tikkun has always lived in relationships.

My story starts with betrayal. When I was in middle school, my dad cheated on my mom. That shaped me. The way I viewed love, trust, connection—it all started to shift. I learned early that love could be dangerous. That it could hurt. That people leave.

Then, in college, it happened again. Another betrayal. My boyfriend at the time cheated, and the part of me that still believed in stability shattered a little more. After that, I spent years making reckless choices—not because I didn’t care, but because I didn’t know how else to protect myself. I built walls. I started sabotaging things before they could sabotage me.

And this summer, those walls were tested in the biggest way.

My husband and I nearly got divorced. Old wounds resurfaced. He wanted to talk about things that happened over 15 years ago, but I shut down. I didn’t want to revisit the past. I didn’t see the point. But for him, the past was still alive. And I realized I was doing what I’d always done—disappearing when things got too real. Shutting down when emotions felt too big.

This is my tikkun.

My soul’s work is to stop running. To believe that I can be open and still be safe. That vulnerability isn’t weakness—it’s the doorway to real love. That being seen—truly seen—isn’t something to fear, but something to allow.

And through all this reflection, a letter came through. From my soul, to me. A reminder of what I came here to heal:

My Dearest,

You’ve carried so much.
Silently. Strongly. For so long.

You learned early that love could break things. That people leave. That words can hurt more than silence, so you stopped speaking. You built walls—beautiful, sturdy walls—to keep you safe. And they worked. Until they didn’t.

This summer, when the past came rushing back like a storm you didn’t ask for, you shut down—not because you didn’t care, but because the pain was too loud, too old, too layered to make sense of all at once. You didn’t want to relive it. You wanted to move on. But life, in its wisdom, asked you not to run this time. It asked you to feel.

And you’re still here. Still standing. Still learning.

This is your tikkun.
Your soul’s work in this life.
To unlearn the belief that love means disappearing.
To understand that being vulnerable does not make you weak—it makes you whole.

You are not that young girl watching everything fall apart.
You are not the woman who must carry shame for her past.
You are not too broken to be loved.

You are healing in real time.
You are choosing presence over protection.
You are learning that you don’t have to shut down to be safe. You don’t have to hold your breath in relationships anymore.

There is still softness in you.
Still warmth. Still hope.
And that is your power.

You don’t have to fix it all at once.
You don’t even have to understand it all.
You just have to keep showing up—for yourself, for your truth, and for the love that’s still unfolding.

I’m so proud of you.
You are worthy. You are loved. You are safe.

Love always,
Your Soul

Tikkun is personal. It won’t look the same for you as it does for me. But if you notice yourself bumping into the same emotional patterns, the same pain, the same fears, again and again—that might be your soul calling you inward. Not to suffer, but to rise.

And this is the part I’m holding close: my tikkun isn’t just about healing the past. It’s the exact doorway into everything I’ve been trying to manifest.

If I want to call in a life filled with peace, love, connection, and abundance—I have to become the version of me who believes she’s worthy of it. Who trusts herself enough to receive it. Who doesn’t sabotage it when it finally arrives.

So I’m doing the work. One layer at a time. One breath at a time. One brave conversation at a time.

This is how I call in my dream life—not by bypassing the pain, but by moving through it with grace. By letting it teach me. By choosing love again and again, especially when fear begs me to shut down.

Maybe this is your time to heal, too. And maybe, just maybe, your tikkun is the key to everything you’ve been waiting for.

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