We don't give ourselves enough credit for the quiet kind of strength, the kind it takes to walk away. To wake up one day, look at something, someone, or a place that no longer nourishes us, and whisper, enough. To take that first uncertain step toward freedom, even when our heart is still catching up. Leaving isn't just a physical act; it's a soul-deep decision. It's unraveling the ties, loosening the grip, choosing yourself even when it hurts.
Whether it's a habit that kept you small, a love that dimmed your light or a space that no longer felt like home, you did something brave. And maybe you've stumbled along the way. Maybe you turned back a few times, held on a little longer than you should have. Even then, the decision to walk away still mattered.
Every time you chose yourself,even if just for a moment,it mattered. We tend to celebrate change only when it's complete, when the transformation is visible. But I hope you take a moment to honor the courage it took to decide in the first place. To say, I deserve more. Because that's where everything begins.
This one resonates with me:
When butterflies in the stomach turned into scorpions in the chest, I think that's the time to let go.
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Mhmm! I'm glad you can relate. I like the butterfly - scorpion analogy too ..
I just came up with the scorpion addition a day ago. I think the analogy is more accurate than other expressions when you are near a person whom you were once most intimate with, but gave you a nightmare. 😅
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