words i hope save you
Words I Hope Save You is a podcast about finding strength in softness.
I’m Lia, a mother, a yoga teacher, a creative, and a woman learning to move through life with more presence, honesty, and grace.
These episodes are short letters, reflections on transitions, shifting dreams, loneliness, love, grief, resilience, and everything in between. They’re not lessons or instructions, just stories from my journey inward, shared in the hope that they resonate with yours.
If you’ve ever felt tired of being tough all the time, or wondered what’s next when your life no longer fits the old version of you, this is a place to pause, breathe, and be reminded that your softness is not a weakness, it’s your power.
words i hope save you
For my Dad on Fathers Day
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Over the years, I've realised that the people we love most don't always see themselves the way we see them. Sometimes the people who gave us the most believe they've somehow fallen short. Sometimes the people who taught us resilience don't recognise it in themselves.
Happy Fathers Day to the amazing dads out there.
Welcome to Words, I Hope, Save You. Today is Father's Day. So this episode is dedicated to my dad. Over the years, I've realized that the people we love the most don't always see themselves the way that we see them. Sometimes the people who gave us the most believe they've somehow fallen short. And sometimes the people who taught us resilience don't recognize it in themselves. My dad is one of those people. And this is a letter to him. A thank you, a reflection, a look at the man I know through my eyes. And maybe while you listen, you'll think of somebody in your own life too. Someone who shaped you, loved you, protected you, or helped you become who you are. Dad, if you're listening, these are the words I hope save you. My dad thinks the world of his children and his family loves us fiercely. But somehow he thinks he failed. I wish he could see himself through my eyes. Because my dad, I watched you work hard when things weren't easy. I watched you love even when life hurt. I watched you forgive when others might not have. I watched you wear your heart openly, never hiding your emotions, never pretending to be someone else. I watched you change your life. I watched you lose things. Things that would have broken other people. And I watched you slowly, patiently build something again. I watched you keep learning, keep dreaming, keep beginning again. Most people don't know how to do that. My dad, I have felt love from you like no other love. I have felt safe. I have felt held in ways that never needed words. I've watched you carry heartache and still show up with kindness. I've watched you feel deeply and never hide it. And that takes strength. My dad, you made Christmases magical. You made childhood feel warm. You made ordinary moments feel like they mattered. My dad. He thinks he failed. And I wonder, how do I tell you that the way you kept going when life knocked you down is the very definition of success? How do I tell you that the way you love us has made me feel safe my entire life? How do I show you that success isn't what you lost or what didn't work out or the dreams that changed? It's who you became through all of it. When I look at you, I don't see failure. I see resilience. I see courage. I see a man who got up every time life asked him not to. I see a father who loved his children the best way he knew how. And because of that, and because of you, I know that no matter what life brings, I will always find a way forward to. So if you ask me what I see when I look at my dad, I see success. I see love. And I see home. Thank you, Dad.