There was a time when heartbreak felt like the end of me.
When a single silence, a single distance, a single shift in someone’s tone
could send me spiraling back into every wound I never learned how to close.
But I’m not her anymore.
I don’t shatter at the first sign of tension.
I don’t crumble when someone pulls away.
I don’t fold myself small just to fit inside somebody’s comfort zone.
Now?
I bend.
I breathe.
I pause.
I choose myself.
Healing didn’t make me harder—
it made me steadier.
I still feel deeply.
I still love intensely.
I still crave connection in ways that only the dark can explain.
But I don’t break the way I used to.
