There was a time when I felt completely lost. I didn’t know what to do or where to turn. The only thing I was certain of was this: I wanted change. I couldn’t keep living the way I was. Life felt like an endless loop—work, home, weekend, repeat. Nothing brought joy, and everything felt dull and repetitive.
I knew something was missing, but I didn’t know what. I didn’t want to leave the house, but at the same time, I was desperate for change. I needed fresh energy, something new. When my body began to weaken and my doctor diagnosed me with different conditions, I realized it wasn’t just physical—I was carrying a lot of emotional weight, too.
I started working at a hotel, serving at weddings, hoping the change would help.
I had responsibilities: two children, a house to maintain, and a life to keep running. But in the process, I uncovered something deeper.
I realized what I had been missing all along: myself. I didn’t know myself. I didn’t love myself. I didn’t even like myself. I had no sense of who I really was, and that was the root of my unhappiness.
I was surrounded by the wrong people, in the wrong environment. And because I didn’t know myself, I didn’t know how to break free.
Then one day, I met someone—my husband. From the moment I met him, I felt alive.
For the first time in a long time, I felt free.
His energy matched mine in a way I hadn’t realized I needed.
He brought me comfort and love that felt familiar, yet so new. But that didn’t mean everything was perfect. Being with him brought up old wounds—wounds from my past, from my family, from relationships that had left scars.
At first, it hurt. I didn’t want to face that pain again. But healing is a process, and it’s something you have to go through, not around. I had to give myself the love I had been missing for so long. It wasn’t easy. I had to heal my inner child and let go of old associations that were no longer serving me. It felt like the same pain over and over, but this time, I knew I had to face it head-on.
As I worked through my healing, something incredible happened: I began to understand that it wasn’t always about me. The pain I had carried from others—their rejection, their lack of love—wasn’t always a reflection of my worth. It was about them. When I accepted that, I finally began to let go. I understood that healing wasn’t about forgetting what happened but about learning from it and moving forward.
So, how did I heal? Through reading, learning, and spending time with myself. I gave myself everything I needed to grow. Some people choose unhealthy ways to cope—alcohol, drugs—but I chose to face my pain and heal from it. It’s a choice you have to make for yourself.
🌟Today, I am happily married, exercising regularly, and enjoying life.
🌟I’ve learned that healing is possible for anyone willing to face their pain, give themselves love, and take one step forward at a time.
🌟Don’t give up on yourself.
💌 You are worth the love and care you’ve been waiting for.
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