When My Heart Came Back to Me
It didn’t feel dramatic.
There was no sudden release.
No tears.
No moment where everything came crashing down.
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It was quieter than that.
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It felt like… space.
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The kind of space
I used to fill with overthinking,
replaying conversations,
waiting for responses,
trying to make sense of things
that never made sense.
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But this time,
I didn’t fill it.
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I let it exist.
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And in that space…
something unexpected happened.
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My heart came back to me.
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Not broken.
Not hardened.
Not closed.
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Just… no longer attached.
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For so long,
my emotions were tied to him.
To what he said.
What he didn’t say.
What he did.
What he might be doing.
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My peace depended on
how consistent he was.
My mood shifted based on
how he showed up.
My heart wasn’t mine.
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It was reactive.
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But now?
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I don’t check my phone the same.
I don’t wait the same.
I don’t feel pulled the same.
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And it’s not because I don’t care.
It’s because I care differently now.
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I care about:
• how I feel when I’m alone
• how I move when I’m not being watched
• how I protect my energy without explaining it
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I care about me.
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And that changed everything.
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Because the truth is…
I didn’t lose my heart in love.
I lost it in overgiving.
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In staying too accessible.
In trying to hold something together
that wasn’t holding me.
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In confusing effort
with attachment.
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So when I stopped…
When I stopped:
• chasing clarity
• explaining my boundaries
• making space for inconsistency
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My heart had somewhere to return to.
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Me.
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🕯️ And I felt it in the smallest ways.
The silence didn’t hurt anymore.
The distance didn’t confuse me.
The lack of effort didn’t make me question myself.
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It just… showed me.
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And for the first time,
I didn’t try to rewrite what I was seeing.
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I accepted it.
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And in that acceptance,
I felt something settle inside me.
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Not closure.
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Ownership.
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My emotions are no longer up for negotiation.
My energy is no longer up for access.
My presence is no longer automatic.
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And my heart?
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It’s still soft.
Still open.
Still capable of love.
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But now…
it belongs to me first.
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🔮 Mirror Inscription:
“My heart returns to me, whole and self-held.”
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🕯️ Sigil Phrase:
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