i'm starting to understand that my life isn't over just because i went through something heavy and confusing. i used to think the things that broke me would decide everything for me, like i'd always be stuck in the same place. but now i'm beginning to see that there's still room for something gentle, something new, even after everything. i'm slowly learning how to move forward in my own way. it's not perfect, and i still have days where everything feels like unending loop of not feeling okay, but i'm showing up for myself more than i ever did. and somehow, i'm beginning to feel that there's something better waiting for me, something i can finally grow into.