When Mind Speaks

I am messy, I am loud, I am quiet, I am me. I am done being a "palatable" version of myself just to be liked.

I’ve heard the words enough times. I am looking for the change now, and if I don't see it, I’m walking.

I know better now. I will never let myself be that hungry for validation again. I am my own feast.

Three things I’m telling myself before I sleep. I hope you tell yourself the same.

I’m tired of being the one who listens while nobody hears me. I am reclaiming my energy and giving it back to myself.

It’s the hardest kind of growth—knowing that staying is an act of self-betrayal. I love you, but I love my sanity more.

I’m realizing that my 'kindness' was often just a lack of boundaries. Today, I am choosing my truth over a fake harmony.

I’m tired of shrinking. I’m finally okay with the silence if it means I get to keep my soul intact.

The recovery isn't about getting them back; it's about getting me back. I am reclaiming my light.