š« The Day I Stopped Breaking and Started Becoming
Today, I woke up thinking about how much Iāve changed. Not just on the outside, but deep in the parts of me I used to keep hidden ā the parts no one saw, the parts I didnāt even want to face.
There was a time when I felt lost, when the weight of everything around me felt heavier than I could carry. I used to lie awake at night, replaying all the things I thought Iād failed at, wondering if Iād ever find my place in this world.
But looking back now, I see something I couldnāt see then: I wasnāt breakingā¦ I was becoming.
šæ Learning to Breathe Again
Itās strange how pain teaches us to pay attention. Somewhere between the heartbreaks, the disappointments, and the unexpected storms, I learned how to slow down and breathe.
I stopped comparing my journey to everyone elseās. I stopped apologizing for not having it all figured out. And slowly, I began to understand that healing isnāt about rushing ā itās about allowing.
I allowed myself to grieve what I lost.
I allowed myself to feel what I tried to bury.
I allowed myself to believe that I was worthy of better days.
And thatās when the shift happened ā when I realized that my scars werenāt proof of weaknessā¦ they were proof of survival.
š» The Beauty in Becoming
Iāve learned that life isnāt about perfection. Itās about becoming ā becoming softer where the world tried to make you hard, becoming kinder in a world that can be cruel, becoming stronger in the places you once thought were broken beyond repair.
I used to wish away the hard chapters, but now I understandā¦ they were writing me into someone braver, someone wiser, someone more me than Iāve ever been.
š To Anyone Who Needs This Today
If youāre reading this and you feel like youāre drowning, I want you to know something: you are not alone.
I know the nights when the silence feels loud.
I know the mornings when getting out of bed feels impossible.
I know the weight you carry ā the kind no one else sees.
But I also know this: there is more ahead of you than there is behind you. The version of you that youāre becoming is worth every tear, every fight, every stumble, and every restart.
You are not failing.
You are becoming.
š My Promise to Myself
So, today, I make a promise ā to keep showing up for myself, even on the days when itās hard. To find joy in the little things. To let go of what hurts and hold on to what heals.
And maybe, just maybe, sharing my story will remind someone else that hope still lives here.
Because no matter how dark it feels right now, the sun always finds a way to riseā¦ and so will you. š¤ļø