A One-Way Bridge to Me

— A journey of healing, reclaiming, and becoming

Learning to Forgive Myself

There comes a time when the weight of the world you’ve carried starts leaving quiet bruises on your soul. Scars from giving too much. Wounds from always putting others first. But eventually, something shifts inside you, and you finally ask:

“Why don’t I give to myself what I so freely give to others?”

Forgiveness. Grace. Understanding. You've offered them generously to everyone but you. Now, that changes.

It’s okay to be selfish in this season.Not in a cruel way — but in a healing way. You’ve been selfless for so long that it's time to put your own name at the top of your list.

This Is a New Beginning

You are all you have. Why keep cheating yourself out of peace, joy, and presence? Why carry the baggage of the past when you’ve already outgrown it?

This is your new beginning.

The old you has shed its skin like a snake — a necessary release. What’s behind you has no place in what’s ahead. And you’re no longer dragging it with you. You’re leaving it. With intention.

Healing, Memory, and Motivation

I’m allowing time to work its magic on my wounds.

I’m allowing the memories of my daughter to soothe and ground me.

I’m allowing the promise of seeing Iman again to motivate me — to fuel my choice to keep going, keep living, keep showing up.

I am allowing myself to live — not just exist.

The Freedom of Letting Go

There’s a strange joy in the quiet that follows letting go of the chaos.Drama. Toxic relationships. Shaky friendships that were more frenemy than friend. I’ve said my goodbyes — not in bitterness, but in peace.

I’ve cleared the space. Now I’m building something new:

A one-way bridge.

This bridge is forward only.No U-turns. No shoulders to pull over and dwell. Just a winding path with an end destination of joy, peace, healthy companionships, and most importantly: ME.

Becoming the Real Me

This version of me?

She’s unapologetic.She’s healing.She’s learning how to do a cartwheel (and loving every fall on the way).She’s adventurous.She’s alive.

I’ve taught myself how to say goodbye — not just to people, but to the false stories written about me. I’m rewriting the narrative, pen in my hand, voice in my heart.

The Final Truth

I will live.I will die.But most importantly — I will tell MY story.

Loud. Whole. Free.

And that?That is everything.

Thank you for reading. If this resonated with you, leave a comment, share your own healing journey, or simply breathe a little deeper today — for you.