Waking Up on Time
For a while, I didn’t see things clearly.
Maybe I wasn’t ready. Maybe I was protecting myself.
But clarity always comes — sometimes quietly, sometimes painfully.
I’m grateful I woke up on time.
Grateful that I could finally see what was real,
and choose myself before it was too late.
It took strength. It took time.
But now I know:
I’ll always be there for myself —
no matter how long it takes to remember that truth.













