Let me be real for a minute.
I'm not on this healing journey to become someone's dream girl. I'm not sitting with my wounds, unpacking my childhood, or learning how to regulate my nervous system just to be "chosen." I'm not doing the work so I can be more lovable, more tolerable, or easier to keep.
I'm healing so I finally stop settling for crumbs and calling it a feast.
Because for too long, I thought that if I just fixed myself enough, someone would finally love me the way I needed to be loved. If I just stopped being “too emotional,” “too intense,” “too opinionated,” then maybe—just maybe—I’d be enough.
Spoiler alert: I was already enough. I just didn’t know it yet.
So I stayed in rooms where I was barely acknowledged. I kept ties with people who drained me. I called manipulation “passion” and control “protection.” I watered myself down to keep the peace, and every time I did, a part of me quietly screamed, “This isn’t it.”
And it wasn’t.
See, healing isn’t about becoming lovable. It’s about finally realizing you already are—and choosing not to tolerate anything or anyone who treats you like you're disposable.
Healing is the moment you stop explaining your worth and start enforcing your boundaries.
It’s that first deep breath you take after saying “no” without guilt. It’s looking at someone who used to have power over you and realizing… they don’t anymore. It’s crying your eyes out, not because you want them back, but because you finally let go of a version of you that accepted less than you deserved.
That kind of healing? It’s not glamorous. It doesn’t always look like yoga poses, smoothies, and journaling prompts.
Sometimes it looks like blocking a number and shaking as you do it. Sometimes it’s sitting in silence when every part of you wants to reach out. Sometimes it's walking away even though you still love them—because you finally love yourself more.
I’m not doing this for a ring, a relationship, or a rescue.
I’m healing so I don’t go back to places that broke me just because they feel familiar.
I’m healing so I don’t mistake chaos for chemistry. So I don’t call red flags “potential.” So I don’t keep abandoning myself just to keep someone else comfortable.
So if you’re on this journey too—healing, growing, unlearning—do it for you.
Not to get picked.
Not to be liked.
Not to prove your worth.
But to stop settling for anything less than the life and love you deserve.
Because once you stop chasing people and start choosing yourself, that’s when the real magic begins.
