Becoming Human Again, Part 3 – The Reckoning
- Brainz Magazine
- 2 days ago
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Dana Hatch is renowned for employing a variety of coaching methods to assist leaders in overcoming their struggles and achieving the next level of success.
At a certain point in the healing journey, awareness stops being a comfort and begins demanding change. You've seen the patterns, grieved the losses, and now you're at the reckoning, the moment where clarity alone is no longer enough. It’s time to make decisions, confront the truth, and let go of the old identity that no longer serves you. This is the chapter where healing gets uncomfortable, but it’s also where true transformation begins.
Where awareness stops comforting you
Parts I and II were about seeing and feeling. About waking up. About grieving what almost was. This one is different. If the first two parts helped you understand yourself, this one asks you to take responsibility for what you do with that understanding because there is a point in healing where insight stops being soothing and starts being demanding.
You’ve already seen the patterns. You’ve already grieved the losses. Now comes the part most people quietly avoid, the moment when you realize clarity alone won’t change your life. Only decisions will. This is the reckoning. The chapter where awareness stops explaining you, and starts confronting you. And once you cross this line, you don’t get to unknow what’s required of you.
The breaking point between who you were and who you refuse to be
The reckoning isn’t gentle. It isn’t poetic. It isn’t nostalgic like the almosts. This is the chapter where you look straight at the truth you’ve been avoiding, and realize it’s been living under your skin the entire time. This is where the story stops being about who hurt you, and starts being about who you have allowed yourself to be.
Not in self-blame in self-honesty. The reckoning is the moment your old identity starts to split, and the version of you who survived collides with the version of you who wants to live. It is raw. It is uncomfortable. It is necessary. Because every transformation has a breaking point, and this one is yours.
The three faces of reckoning
Reckoning doesn’t arrive all at once. It unfolds in stages, subtle at first, then intrusive, then unavoidable. Most people expect some dramatic spiritual awakening. What they get instead is something far more ordinary and far more disruptive, it’s their life calling their bluff.
Phase 1: Denial
When you pretend you’re fine while your life is actively on fire
Denial isn’t dramatic. It’s practical. It’s the mental gymnastics routine you perform to keep your identity intact.
It sounds like:
“I’m overreacting.”
“It’s not that bad.”
“I’ll deal with it later.”
“This is just how I am.”
“They didn’t mean it.”
“I can make this work.”
And if we’re being brutally honest, which, if you’ve read anything I‘ve written, you know that's how we roll here. Denial is usually a last-ditch attempt to protect the version of you that knows change is coming and wants absolutely no part of it.
You cling to old patterns like Rose clung to the door at the end of Titanic, not because they’re good, but because the familiar seems like the life raft you need to keep you afloat.
You defend situations that drain you because leaving would require a backbone you’re not sure you have yet. You justify treatment you hate because you’ve built your entire identity on enduring it.
Denial is emotional duct tape over a leaking dam. It buys time. Not true.
And it always buckles, not because you choose honesty, but because your body eventually refuses to lie for you.
Phase 2: The confrontation
The mirror you’ve been avoiding finally grabs your face
Confrontation isn’t graceful. It doesn’t arrive during a meditation session with soft music and enlightenment candles. It shows up mid-breakdown. Mid-argument. Mid-pattern.
This is when you start catching yourself in real time. You hear yourself overexplain and think, Why am I still doing this? You chase someone emotionally unavailable and whisper, Oh god… It’s me. You prioritize people who wouldn’t throw you a life vest if you were drowning and finally admit, This isn’t selflessness, it’s self-abandonment.
Confrontation isn’t about blame. It’s about exposure. It reveals the version of you that’s been steering your life from the shadows: The appeaser. The fixer. The performer. The chameleon. The version of you designed for other people’s comfort. Confrontation is uncomfortable because it threatens your identity, not your behavior, your self-concept. It forces you to face a brutal realization, the person you built to survive may not be the person you actually want to be. And worse, it might be someone you don’t even like.
Not because you chose them intentionally, but because you never stopped long enough to choose at all. You were busy adapting. Enduring. Becoming whatever kept the peace, kept the connection, kept you from being abandoned. Then the real reckoning hits, not gently, not gradually, but like a throat punch you didn’t see coming.
You realize you haven’t just been participating in your own suffering. You’ve been maintaining it. Reinforcing it and structuring your life around it. You’ve been the caretaker of the very patterns you swear you want to escape. That’s when everything shifts. Because now the story changes.
It’s no longer just about what happened to you. It’s about what you continued, what you tolerated. What you protected because it felt familiar. And once you see that, you don’t get to unsee it. That’s confrontation. Not insight. Not awareness. Ownership.
Phase 3: The collapse
When the old you finally stops pretending
People fear collapse because they mistake it for failure. But collapse is actually the body’s way of tapping out of a life it can no longer survive.
The lesson we keep refusing to learn is this: Sometimes breaking is not losing. Sometimes walking away is not weakness. Sometimes starting over is not proof that you failed, it’s proof that you finally stopped sacrificing yourself to stay functional.
Collapse is the moment martyrdom stops being confused with strength. The moment you choose preservation over performance. The moment you put the oxygen mask on yourself, instead of suffocating quietly to prove how much you can endure.
That’s not failure. That’s the win of all wins. And here is what collapse looks like, it's a relationship ending, and realizing you don’t have the energy to chase anymore, a job pushing you past your limit, and your body saying, "No." We’re done. A pattern repeating so loudly you can’t pretend you don’t see it, a truth landing in your chest so hard it knocks the breath out of you. Collapse isn’t weakness. It’s honesty. It’s not the moment everything breaks. It’s the moment you stop holding it together.
The line you can’t step back from
Here’s the part no one tells you about awareness. Once you see your patterns, you’re no longer innocent. Comfortable, maybe. Familiar, definitely. But innocent? No.
From this point forward, every repetition costs more. The same relationship hurts worse. The same boundary violation feels louder. The same self-betrayal feels heavier. Not because you’re failing, but because your nervous system knows better now. This is the line.
On one side is ignorance. On the other hand, there is a choice. And standing still isn’t neutral, it’s a decision to let the old life keep running the show.
After this point, you don’t get to say:
“I didn’t know.”
“I couldn’t help it.”
“I had no choice.”
You did know. And now, you do have a choice. That’s not pressure. That’s agency.
The identity you must outgrow
The you that kept you alive won’t be the you who sets you free. There comes a point in healing where you realize the hardest thing to let go of isn’t them. It’s you.
Not the you that’s emerging, the you that kept you safe. The one who learned to navigate dysfunction like it was home. The one who mastered shrinking, smoothing, pleasing, performing, and fixing.
That identity wasn’t a mistake. It was a survival strategy. But the identity that protected you will eventually limit you. And when you outgrow it, it will feel like betrayal.
When the old you starts fighting back
Don’t be surprised if the old identity puts up a fight. It will protest. It will panic. It will try to convince you that healing is dangerous, and staying small is safer.
It will sound like:
“I don’t want to be difficult.”
“They’ll leave if I say how I really feel.”
“If I stop being the strong one, everything will fall apart.”
“If I don’t fix it, who will?”
“If I stop tolerating this, what do I even deserve?”
That voice isn’t the real you. It’s the ghost of who you needed to be. It’s everything you built to survive a version of life you’re no longer living.
But if you listen closely, beneath the panic is something else, capacity expanding. The sound of a life that no longer fits, trying to fall away. The whisper of a self that’s tired of being tolerated and finally wants to be chosen.
Letting the old you die feels like losing a friend
People glamorize transformation, but no one talks about the loneliness of letting go of the only version of yourself you’ve ever known. It feels like mourning. It feels like standing in the doorway of your own life, unsure of where to step. It feels like betrayal, even though you’re betraying the parts of you that once betrayed you.
But here’s the sacred truth, If the old you doesn’t feel like it’s dying, the new you hasn’t been born yet. Reckoning is the middle. The tearing. The unmaking. The moment you bury the identity that was built from wounds, so you can grow the one built from truth.
The data in the breakdown
Your worst moments aren’t failures. They’re reports. We’re conditioned to panic when things fall apart. To treat emotional breakdowns like moral failures. To shame ourselves when we spiral, shut down, cling, lash out, or collapse.
But here’s the truth no one teaches you, A breakdown isn’t proof that you’re broken. It’s proof that you’ve reached the limit of a system that can’t sustain you anymore.
Your breakdown is a report. A diagnosis from your nervous system saying, “This isn’t working. We can’t keep living like this.”
Your triggers aren’t random. Your reactions aren’t flaws. Your patterns aren’t character defects. Their information. We just weren’t taught how to read it.
When you cry over something “small,” it’s never about the moment, it’s about everything before it. When you overreact, it’s because you’re done under-responding. When you shut down, your body is done negotiating for oxygen. When you spiral, you’re holding a truth you haven’t said out loud yet. When you obsess, a wound is asking to be witnessed. When you feel rage, it’s because you finally recognize a violation you once normalized.
This isn’t dysfunction. It’s truth getting louder. You’re not “too emotional”, you’re under-informed. If you listen closely, your breakdown will tell you exactly what you need to know, what boundary is missing, what need is unmet, what relationship is misaligned, what identity is outdated, what future is calling.
The breakdown is the meeting you’ve been avoiding, with yourself. Avoiding pain doesn’t prevent breakdowns, it delays them. Suppressing emotion doesn’t erase it, it stockpiles it. Performing “fine” doesn’t stabilize your life, it just postpones the reckoning.
But once you stop treating every emotional moment like an emergency and start treating it like information, everything shifts. Instead of asking, “What’s wrong with me?” you start asking, “What is this trying to tell me?” That question alone changes everything.
Breakdowns aren’t the enemy. They’re boundaries your body sets when you won’t. That panic attack? Boundary. That exhaustion you can’t shake? Boundary. That sudden disgust for what you tolerated for years? Boundary. That moment you end up crying on the kitchen floor for no clear reason? Boundary. Breakdowns are the truth you’ve been avoiding, offering you a way out.
Accountability vs. Self-blame
This is one of the most important pieces of The Reckoning. It is confrontational without being cruel, and compassionate without letting the reader off the hook. This is where you teach them the difference between taking responsibility and abusing themselves with it.
It’s written in your signature voice, incisive, relatable, slightly darkly funny, emotionally intelligent, and disarmingly honest.
The line between owning your patterns and beating yourself with them
One of the biggest traps in healing is confusing accountability with self-punishment. Most people don’t know the difference. They think “taking responsibility” means dragging themselves through an emotional gravel pit until they’ve suffered enough to feel redeemed. But here’s the truth: Self-blame is self-abuse. Accountability is self-respect. They are not the same thing.
Self-blame sounds like:
“I ruin everything.”
“It’s my fault they treated me like that.”
“I deserved it.” “I always screw things up.”
“No one else has these issues.”
“If I were better, this wouldn’t have happened.”
Self-blame is a tantrum of the inner critic. It’s shame dressed as responsibility. It doesn’t teach you anything, it just keeps you small, quiet, and guilty. Self-blame is the emotional equivalent of punishing a child for being scared. It reinforces the oldest wound, “I’m the problem.” This is not healing. This is self-betrayal with a fancy vocabulary.
Accountability, on the other hand, sounds like:
“I see the part I played.”
“I understand where I abandoned myself.”
“I can’t control them, but I can control my boundaries.”
“My patterns make sense, and they can change.”
“I’m responsible for what I allow, not what others choose.”
Accountability is not self-attack. It is self-awareness in motion. It turns insight into intention, and intention into action. Accountability says, “I deserved better, and I’m learning how to give it to myself.”
The real difference: Direction
Self-blame traps you in the past. Accountability moves you toward the future. Self-blame keeps you stuck in the story. Accountability writes you a new ending. Self-blame spirals. Accountability pivots. Self-blame says, “I’m the villain.” Accountability says, “I want to do this differently next time.” One destroys your identity. The other rebuilds it.
Here is why we confuse the two, because shame feels familiar. And what’s familiar feels safe, even when it hurts. Self-blame is predictable. It keeps you in the role you’ve known your whole life, the fixer, the apologizer, the over-explainer, the one who absorbs the blame so no one else has to be uncomfortable.
Accountability, however, requires maturity. It requires you to stand up inside your own life and say, “I can’t keep outsourcing my power.” It forces you to face the places where you betrayed yourself, ignored your intuition, or stayed when you should have left. Not to shame you, but to free you. How do you know you’re in accountability, not shame? Ask yourself one question:
“Is this thought helping me grow, or is it punishing me?”
If it feels heavy, constricting, hopeless, that’s shame. If it feels clarifying, honest, energizing, that’s accountability.
One closes the heart. The other opens it. Accountability is the backbone of the reckoning, because this chapter of healing isn’t about blaming yourself for the past, it’s about refusing to abandon yourself in the future. It’s about recognizing where you gave your power away, and choosing, deliberately, to stop doing that.
It’s the moment you stop making excuses, stop repeating cycles, stop negotiating with your own suffering, and start showing up differently. Not perfectly. Differently. That’s the difference between accountability and self-blame: One keeps you stuck. The other walks you out.
Meeting the self you’ve been avoiding
The self you judge the most is the self that protected you the longest. Not the polished version. Not the one you show the world. The other one.
The needy one who learned early that asking softly didn’t work. The angry one who showed up when your boundaries were ignored one too many times. The clingy one who stayed because leaving once meant losing everything. The numb one who shut it all down because feeling it fully would have broken you.
This is the self you’ve been trying to outgrow, overwrite, or pretend never existed. And yet, this is the self who kept you alive. Most people try to heal by disowning these parts. They shame them. Silence them. Label them as “toxic,” “dramatic,” or “too much.”
But you can’t heal a self you keep exiling. You can’t become whole while treating parts of yourself like liabilities. Reckoning forces the meeting. Not to glorify these parts. Not to let them run the show. But to finally acknowledge why they were necessary.
This is the moment you stop asking, “What’s wrong with me?” and start asking, “What did I need when this became my strategy?” Because the truth is, these parts didn’t emerge out of weakness. They emerged out of intelligence. Adaptation. Survival. You don’t heal by rejecting her. You heal by integrating her.
By saying:
“I see why you showed up.”
“I understand what you were protecting.”
“You don’t have to do this alone anymore.”
This is where reckoning stops being self-criticism and becomes self-leadership. This is where the war inside you ends. Not because you won, but because you stopped fighting yourself. This is where reckoning becomes wholeness.
The rebuild how reckoning becomes reclamation
There’s a moment after the surrender where everything feels unnervingly quiet. No more spiraling. No more grasping. No more negotiating with your own suffering. Just… stillness. A kind of internal silence that feels foreign at first, like walking into a house after a storm, and realizing the walls are still standing, but everything inside is different.
This is the rebuild. Not the glamorous part, the sacred part. This is where the reckoning stops burning things down and starts clearing space for a life that actually fits you. People expect rebuilding to look like big declarations, “I’m changing my life!” “I’m never going back!” “I’m choosing myself from now on!”
But rebuilding rarely starts with a roar. It starts with a whisper. A quiet, steady, steadying decision that sounds like:
“I won’t abandon myself this time.”
“I’m allowed to take my time.”
“I can choose differently today.”
“I am the one I’ve been waiting for.”
Rebuilding isn’t the big moment. It’s the accumulation of small ones. The micro-shifts. The tiny acts of self-respect. The quiet corrections of old patterns. Rebuilding is the boring, consistent, beautiful work of becoming someone new.
This is where you meet your power, not the performance of it
The rebuild is where your power stops being a fantasy and starts being a practice.
It’s where you do things like:
Say “no” without explaining the entire history of your existence
Let someone else handle the fallout instead of jumping in to fix it
Delete the text you used to send at 1 a.m.
Take a beat before reacting.
Walk away from what drains you.
Stay when it’s good, even when intimacy scares you
Tell the truth without softening yourself to be digestible.
These don’t seem monumental until you realize they would’ve been impossible before. Power isn’t loud. Power is choosing differently in the places you used to abandon yourself.
This is the part no one talks about, that rebuilding requires grieving the version you’ll never be again. When you rebuild, you lose someone, the old you. The one who tolerated too much. The one who accepted crumbs. The one who confused attachment for connection. The one who was loyal to her own suffering. The one who fought so hard to be chosen, instead of learning to choose themself.
Letting that person go hurts. Because they didn’t fail you, they protected you. They survived for you. They kept you alive long enough to get here. The rebuild honors them. But it doesn’t return to them. Because you’re not trying to become them again, you’re trying to become the version of you they never got to be.
The rebuild is the bridge to reclamation
This is where Part III ends, and Part IV begins to glow on the horizon. Reckoning breaks the old life. Rebuilding prepares the soil. But reclamation, that’s where you rise.
The rebuild is the inhale before the exhale, the quiet before the becoming, the moment the universe holds its breath, because you are about to reclaim everything you once surrendered just to survive.
This is where you start writing the story on your own terms. This is where you begin living in alignment instead of longing. This is where all the pieces you thought were broken finally find their shape.
Reckoning brought you to your knees. Rebuilding puts you back on your feet. Reclamation is where you start to walk differently. And that walk, that’s Part IV.
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Dana Hatch, Executive and Neurolinguistics Coach
As a certified executive and neurolinguistics coach with over 15 years of experience in business consulting, I bring a unique blend of psychological insight and practical business acumen to help leaders and organizations achieve transformative results. My approach combines cutting-edge coaching techniques with deep industry knowledge to unlock potential, drive performance, and foster sustainable growth.
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