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I fought my way out of a very dark place, alone. One that tried to convince me I wasn’t enough, that I was unlovable, that I didn’t belong. I won that fight. And even if I know the noise might return someday, I know myself now.
I walked through a season that almost swallowed me whole, where fear sat heavy, where loss felt close, and where letting go became necessary. I almost lost the woman who means the most to me, and I learned how fragile my heart is.
I learned what it means to let people go, to release what no longer holds me gently. I carried the weight of expectations as the first daughter, trying to be strong, dependable, unbreakable, until I realized I was allowed to be human too. Forgiving what hurt me wasn’t easy, but holding onto it was heavier.
Some chapters ended quietly. Some endings hurt more than words can explain. In the space they left behind, I finally found room to breathe again.
I’m still here. Still healing. Still becoming.
And somehow, I found my way back to myself
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