Nobody told you there was a deadline. So why does it feel like you missed it? 🤍 Marriage, house, career… you're not behind. You're just not living someone else's timeline. The Year I Become Her is in my bio for when you're ready to write your own. #comparisontrap #behind

The first time I wrote this sentence in my journal, my hands were shaking. "I don't know who I am anymore." I didn't get lost overnight. I erased myself little by little. By saying yes when I meant no. By trying to be the good employee, the good partner, the good daughter. U

Après une trahison, on cherche souvent à comprendre l’autre. Pourquoi il a fait ça. Depuis quand. Comment il a pu mentir en te regardant. Mais la question qui reste, celle qui fait le plus mal, c’est souvent : comment je vais pouvoir me refaire confiance ? Ce n’est pas un manque d’intelligenc

I met the one. Or so I thought. Behind the perfect picture was a slow fade — red flags I explained away, patterns I called "just how he is," until I didn't recognize myself anymore. Then came the cheating. The manipulation. And finally, the silence that ended it. I hit rock bot

It's time to meet yourself again. 🤍 After a breakup we focus on 3 things that keep us stuck: What are they doing? Do they care? Will they come back? Here's the shift that actually heals: 01 — WHO I WAS. Grieve her. Understand her. 02 — WHAT'S STILL MINE. Your strengths never le

Betrayal doesn’t just break trust in someone else. It scrambles trust in yourself. Swipe through. 🤍 #betrayaltrauma #healingjourney #selftrustbroken #emotionalhealing #journalingprompt

Guided journal prompts are so underrated. They look like just some questions. But the right question at the right moment can unlock what you've been carrying for months. Not another blank page. A question that gives you permission to finally tell the truth. 1. They bypass the inner critic

It's time to choose you. Not the version who abandons herself to be loved. Just you. That's what ´I don’t know who i am ´was made for — to help you remember who you are, what you love, and what you will never accept again. So you can finally choose you, knowing exactly who you are.

The waiting for an explanation that never came. The version of you that stayed small so he wouldn’t leave. The grief for someone who’s still walking around, just not toward you. You already know which one hurt more. 🤍 #healingjourney #breakupsupport #emotionalhealing #selfhealingquo

#innerwork #healingjourney #findingyourself #breakuprecovery #journalingformentalhealth

Sometimes the loving thing to do is stop being nice about it. If this hit different than usual — that’s the point.Link in bio . : #wastedyears #selfworth #breakuprecovery #choosingme #healingjourney

You keep grieving him. But have you grieved her — the woman you were before you started shrinking to keep the relationship alive? She used to take up space. She used to say what she wanted. She used to trust her own voice. Somewhere along the way, she got quiet. You didn’t lose him. You lo

what’s the hardest part about journaling when you’re trying to heal? for me, it was opening a blank page and realizing I didn’t even know what I was supposed to write. I needed real questions : the kind that make you pause. that’s why I created I Don’t Know Who I Am Anymore. 🤍 who else has

I didn’t lose my identity. I traded it, one compromise at a time. A “yes” here. A “whatever you want” there. Each one felt small. None of them were. If you’ve ever looked in the mirror and asked “where did I go?” — this one’s for you. “I don’t know who i am Anymore “ Link in bio #healingj

I gave him years of my life, convinced that if I loved harder and made myself smaller, it would be worth it. Somewhere in there, I stopped asking what I wanted. The hardest part of leaving wasn’t losing him it was doing the math. The years. The plans I put off. The woman I could have become. Then

Should I go back to my ex? Before you answer, journal this: What has actually changed since I left? Not what they promised. Not what I hope will change. What has actually changed? Sometimes you don’t need someone to tell you what to choose. You need a quiet space to be completely hone

I love my child. I also miss who I was before her. Both are true. 🤍 Somewhere between the night feeds and the school runs, the woman I used to be got quiet. Not gone — just paused underneath all the giving. So I started asking myself the harder questions. What part of me did I put on pause? W