I was on the floor of my home. Too weak to stand. Alone in a way that went bone deep. And I whispered the most honest prayer I have ever prayed. If you are real, please do not take me. And then I felt it. A weight on my back. A warmth I have no words for. And a voice that said my name. That was the moment everything changed.

Maybe you found this post because something in your life is not working and you cannot fully explain why. Maybe you have tried to fix it. Tried to outrun it. Tried to build something over it that would hold long enough for you to stop thinking about what is underneath. And it keeps coming back. I want to tell you something today. Not as someone who has it all figured out. As someone who spent the first thirty one years of her life doing exactly what you might be doing right n

Some people will never apologize. Never admit it. Never acknowledge what they took from you. And your healing cannot wait for them anymore. Because if your freedom depends on what they do, they are still in control of your life. You have given them enough of your years. They do not get your future too.