I Thought Leaving Would Feel Like Freedom.

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  After a month, everything seems so normal and dull... as if nothing ever happened. I am happy, but I feel empty. I waited for this for the longest time... three years and counting. I honestly did not like how I left things. It felt rushed. It felt sad. And honestly, if I could go back in time... I would probably do it the same way. I can't help but blame myself for leaving a toxic environment. I was suffering. Scars have been drawn on my body. Unwanted habits have now become normal for me. I feel restless. I am exhausted. I am tired, yet I feel like I don't deserve sleep. Why, though? I only left because I was tired of being exploited. I want to be selfish. I want to put myself first. I have been nothing but a dirty doormat. My mind, soul, and body crave peace and sleep, but I feel like the moment I lay down, I will fall behind. Am I over exaggerating my grief? Or am I trying to convince myself that leaving was the wrong step? I feel lonely. I don't crave people to intera...

I've Been Pretending I'm Fine, But I'm not

 

I'd have to admit… one of the most difficult things about being human is the ability to let go.

To forgive, forget, and move on.

When we keep something alive in our hearts, we’re basically allowing the past to take up space in our minds. That space builds into this quiet ache.

Letting go of a moment, a memory, or a mistake… it’s like watching a sore heal. 

But while it’s healing, you keep ripping the tissue open. You keep bleeding. And every time you do, the pain hurts more than the last.

I'm not here to preach about letting things go😓.

 I know it’s not easy, and personally, I’ve been there. I have experiences from my childhood I still remember like they happened yesterday.

Some of the things I’m trying to let go of are things I deeply regret, moments that make me cringe every time they cross my mind.

And as much as I try to forget, I keep getting reminded. When I go through similar situations, those old memories resurface. 

It’s like my own brain won’t give me peace😭💔

I try to let go of how I once isolated myself from people and society. I try to forgive that version of me.

I try to bury it and move on.

But every time I do, the ache returns 🫠🥀💔

But no one ever tells you how hard it actually is.

No one tells you that healing from certain experiences takes time...sometimes even years.

People just say “let it go” like it’s as simple as throwing away a rock.

Truth is, it's normal if you're still beating yourself up for not healing fast enough.

Maybe that memory hit you too deep. Maybe it changed you. Maybe it confused and overwhelmed you so much, you didn’t even realize you were holding onto it until it started hurting again.

I always pretend to be okay, even when I’m not.

I thought pretending would help me heal.

But it didn’t. 

And recently, something hit me again....I felt deeply hurt and disappointed by an influencer I once admired.

I told myself, “Her choices don’t affect me. It’s not my life" But every time I see her, I feel sad 😓, annoyed and overwhelmed.

And I realized…

The only way I could let go of her and that version of myself was to speak about it.

So I started sharing my thoughts through TikTok carousels

Healing takes time, and I’m learning that the hard way 🥲💔

 I created my own little DIY healing guide🥺 something I wish someone had given me. 

💗 How to Heal Softly

A step-by-step guide for girls who feel too much

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It’s for girls like me who are learning to forgive, and let go without forcing it🥀🤍

If that sounds like something you need, you can grab yours 🤍

Let's heal together one step at a time 🌙 📖✨

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