THE MOMENT SHE CHOSE HERSELF AGAIN. I've been carrying so much for so long And today, something in me softened I realised I don't have to hold everything together. I don't have to be strong every second. I don't have to keep pretending I'm fine when my heart is asking me to slow down. So I gave myself permission to breathe, to rest, to put down the weight I never should've carried alone. And the more let go, the more I felt the woman I lost slowly finding her way back to me not all at once, but gently, in small pieces of peace. Because choosing myself isn't selfish. It's how I learn to live again.