Healing isn’t linear. Some days you rise, some days you spiral. Both are part of the process.
Last Friday’s therapy session was heavy. I sat across from my therapist, heart wide open, unpacking layers of pain I didn’t even know I was still carrying. We talked about my struggles with abandonment and attachment. How I tend to hold on tightly to people, even when they were never meant to stay.
I’ve always worn my heart on my sleeve. I love deeply. I trust easily. I give without asking much in return, and because of that, I often get attached to people who are only just passing through my life.
People with their own timelines, their own purposes. People who sometimes leave without warning.
And every time, it hurts like hell. Because I placed so much weight and value on people who didn’t even see my worth.
But something clicked last week. Something inside me shifted.
I realized that not everyone is meant to be a forever. Some are just temporary. Here to teach a lesson, bring clarity, or reveal something about ourselves. And I have to stop giving permanent space in my heart to people who were never meant to stay.
Still, healing doesn’t always feel empowering.
Today, I spiraled a bit.
I got invited to an event, a chance to go out, meet people, maybe have a little fun. But I chose to stay home. Not because I didn’t want to go… but because I was scared.
Scared of feeling again.
Scared of connecting.
Scared that if I opened up, I’d get attached to someone new… and get hurt all over again.
That fear. It’s real. And today, it won.
But I’m not beating myself up over it.
Because sometimes protecting your peace looks like saying no.
Sometimes it’s staying in instead of forcing yourself to “be okay.”
Sometimes it’s giving yourself grace when your heart feels too fragile to risk again.
I’m still learning. Still healing. Still trying to balance my softness with strength.
But I know this much now:
My heart is not broken. It’s rebuilding.
And I’m not done yet.
🕊️ One day at a time. One breath at a time. 🤍