31/05/2026
I didn’t lose myself. I think I just got tired from carrying so much alone for so long.
Heartbreak has a quiet way of bringing you back to yourself. It forces you to slow down, to sit with the pain you kept avoiding, and to finally see how much of yourself you’ve neglected while trying to hold everything together.
Somewhere between loving too hard, surviving every day, staying strong for everyone else, and carrying burdens I was never meant to carry alone, I forgot myself too.
I forgot how to rest without guilt.
How to feel peace without fear.
How to choose myself without apologizing for it.
But healing has been teaching me that letting go is not losing. Sometimes, letting go is the very thing that saves you.
Little by little, I’m learning to return to myself again. Softer. Wiser. Closer to God. And maybe for the first time in a long time, I’m finally becoming the woman He was trying to protect all along 🤍