Sometimes life places us in situations that seem to drain the very air from our souls.
Relationships in which we lose parts of ourselves because we loved too fiercely, believed for too long, and hoped that things would change.
But then comes the moment when something quiet within whispers: βEnough. It is time to return to yourself.β
I am in that phase of returning. The pain is still here β I do not deny it. But I no longer carry it as chains, only as a reminder. A reminder that I have survived. That I have preserved myself. That my light has not faded, even when my world darkened.
Every day I take small steps β toward myself, toward calm, toward a love that does not hurt.
And if someone today is going through the same, struggling to believe they will rise again, I want to say: you will rise.
The light never truly leaves. Sometimes it just waits for us to see it again.