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@ibrokethecycle
Je ne sais plus quoi penser
J'ai dit non à cette relation toxique et qui me tire vers le.bas
J'ai dit non aux insultes
J'ai dit non à la.pressio' et a la peur
J'ai dit non a tout ce que j'ai pu ressentir comme défaut et maladie
Je me dois de me.relever plus forte et plus sereine et plus confiante
Sinon ça aurait servi a quoi tout ça ?
Est ce que c'est pour devenir pire que la version précédente de ma.personne?
Est ce que c'est ça vivre ?
Tu es fatiguée ..je me.dis ça souvent ...mais jusqu'à quand ?
Ah mes yeux
Ah mon poids
Ah mes règles
Ah ma peau
Ah mes.cheveux
Ça fait trop de trucs a la fois ....I need to relief all of this and to heal
Why loving ourselves is so difficult ? Yet so easy to do ?
25 billets !
Elhamdoulilah
There are moments when I stop,
and everything feels still —
not because life is perfect,
but because it’s peaceful.
I look around my home,
my family gathered in the living room —
laughter, children’s voices,
tea being poured,
warmth in every corner.
This house isn’t just walls and lights —
it’s a heart.
A place that gathers mine.
Then there’s that quiet joy —
when my salary arrives.
I open the app,
I see the number,
and I whisper Elhamdoulilah.
Not because it’s much,
but because it’s mine.
Because it’s honest.
Because it allows me to stand,
to breathe,
to live with dignity.
And then, there’s her —
Dounia.
My soulmate in laughter and survival.
We’ve shared tears and jokes,
broken hearts and coffee cups.
We’ve seen each other at our lowest,
and still said, you’re beautiful like that.
She’s proof that friendship can be love,
without confusion,
without conditions.
Family.
Stability.
A blessed income.
And a friend who feels like home.
Maybe this is what healing looks like —
not fireworks,
but quiet gratitude.
Elhamdoulilah.
For what left,
and for what stayed.
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