I knew exactly what was coming:
misery, tension, negativity, judgment, emotional exhaustion.

Every day was about treading water — suppressing my emotions, shrinking myself, putting on a brave face, surviving instead of living.

That kind of survival changes you.
It teaches you to endure.
To adapt.
To silence yourself.

But now…
I can finally relax.

I can finally be me.

No judgment.
No abuse.
No fear.

I feel safe.
I feel loved.
I feel valued.

Not because someone else is providing that for me —
but because I learned how to give it to myself.

Healing has taught me self-respect.
Boundaries.
Compassion.
Emotional safety.

Every day brings memories.
Every day brings new insights.
Every day brings me closer to the person I used to be — before survival took over.

It feels like I’m living in reverse,
gently travelling back
to who I really am.

And I’m embracing every moment of it. 🤍

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