12/13/2025
I remember when I used to only dream about the life I’m living…
I could be a part of my family and feel like a “good” daughter, but it would cost me my autonomy, individuality, and self-respect.
I could be in a relationship that made me feel secure and loved, but it would cost me my desire to grow, freedom to be my authentic self, and free spirit.
The sacrifices weren’t easy, and some days I can create the most magical existence for myself. But a lot of the days are difficult where I can barely keep myself afloat. When I feel like I have to carry it all.
No one’s there to care wether I ate today or not. No one’s there to give me a break when I’m overwhelmed. No one’s there to give me a smile and hug that makes me forget about the love that exists in this world.
It’s just me + I have to love myself all the more for being the one that’s always there. Even if it was born out of necessity and survival.
Because I could’ve made it “easy” on myself and made myself small to have the connection, love, security, or safety. But then I wouldn’t have me. 🤍