Pieces of Peace

Some things take time to say out loud. For a long time, I thought my purpose was found in how much of myself I could give away. I don't regret the woman I was. She loved the best way she knew how. But these days, I'm learning to leave a little of that love for myself. Maybe healing isn't becoming someone new.

My final whisper: Maybe it's simply returning to the person we were before we believed we had to earn our worth. 🤍