Healing Through Pink

This is something I definitely never thought I would write about, but it feels too meaningful not to share.

For most of my life, I avoided the color pink. It wasn’t something I thought about often. I just didn’t choose it. Not for clothes, not for my space, not for anything I was creating. It simply wasn’t me.

But as a little girl, I loved pink. Somewhere along the way, that changed. There wasn’t a moment I can point to. It just quietly became something I moved away from.

Over the last four years, I’ve been doing deep inner work or “shadow work”. The kind that asks you to really look at yourself, your patterns, your beliefs, and the parts of you shaped by experiences you didn’t fully understand at the time. Healing hasn’t always been something I could clearly see in the moment. It’s been a gradual process, happening little by little, more like a spiral than a straight line.

At some point, something began to shift. I felt drawn to pink. It wasn’t something I just decided to like. It wasn’t because I saw it somewhere and thought it looked nice. It was a pull. Subtle, but clear. I found myself choosing it without overthinking. In small ways at first, and then in bigger ones. I even ended up shifting my home bakery colors into soft pinks and warm, grounding tones, and it felt right.

What’s interesting is that long before this shift, the crystal I was always most drawn to out of my collection was rose quartz. I never questioned it. I just kept it close. Out of all the crystals I’ve picked up over the years, that was the one I reached for again and again. Looking back now, it makes sense. Rose quartz is often associated with the heart, with softness, with compassion, and with a kind of gentle love that doesn’t force anything, it simply allows. And that’s exactly what this season of my life has been about.

From a psychological perspective, our relationship with color isn’t random. It’s shaped by memory and association, by what felt safe or unsafe to express at different points in our lives. Pink is often connected to softness, care, vulnerability, and emotional openness. If at some point those qualities didn’t feel safe to embody, it would make sense that the color itself was pushed away, not consciously, just quietly.

And then something shifts. As you heal, the things that once felt uncomfortable can begin to feel neutral, and then even welcoming. From a spiritual perspective, pink is often linked to the heart, not just love for others, but self acceptance, compassion, and the ability to be gentle with yourself. So being drawn back to it didn’t feel like my taste suddenly changed. It felt like I returned to something.

And that’s what made this so meaningful to me. Healing can be hard to measure. You feel it, you know it, but it doesn’t always come with clear markers. But sometimes, it shows up in simple, tangible ways. Like allowing yourself to like a color you once rejected. Like softness feeling safe again. Like choosing something without questioning whether it fits who you think you’re supposed to be.

That’s the part I wanted to share. Not because pink itself matters, but because of what it represents. There may be things in your life that you’ve quietly moved away from, parts of yourself that didn’t feel safe to hold onto at the time. And as you grow, as you soften, as you come back into yourself, you might find those things gently returning. Not all at once, just a quiet pull.

Sometimes healing isn’t something we see all at once, but something we recognize in the quiet ways we begin to change.

Walking beside you, Jennifer