They ask me, "Are you sure you did the right thing?" And I say yes, But my voice shakes. Because I am proud... and terrified at the same time. Proud that I finally chose myself, that I took the step everyone told me was too big. But some nights, the silence feels heavier than before. I wonder I'm healing or just learning how to hide the pain better. I don't say that part. I just keep moving, pretending I'm confident, while my heart flips between relief and regret. No one sees that. They just see the smile. They don't know I'm still standing in the middle of my own choice, half free, half afraid.