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

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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

will they come back? you refresh. you wait. you read into the silence like it says something about you. here’s the harder question. the one nobody’s asking: who do you become if you stop waiting to find out? what did you stop doing because of them. what parts of yourself did you make s

On passe tellement de temps à demander pourquoi quelqu’un nous a blessées . comme si la réponse allait tout arrêter. Mais quelque part dans tout ce besoin de comprendre, on arrête de se poser la vraie question : qu’est-ce que ça me coûte, à moi ? Aimer quelqu’un à travers sa tempête, ce n’est

We keep asking why someone hurt us — as if the answer will make it stop. But somewhere in all that understanding, we stop asking the harder question: how much is this costing me? Loving someone through their storm isn’t the same as losing yourself in it. And the day we notice the difference is

Manipulation rarely looks like manipulation while you’re in it. It looks like apologizing for things you didn’t do. Rehearsing sentences before you say them. Going quiet because it’s easier than being called “too much” one more time. By the time you notice, you’re not even sure which thoughts

It got built somewhere , a moment you were too much for someone, so you made yourself smaller to keep the peace. Then you carried their reaction around like it was a fact about you. Telling your own voice apart from the one you inherited is slow work. Journaling helps because it makes you slow d

Je ne sais plus qui je suis, je l'ai tellement dit après ma rupture. Si tu te sens comme ça aussi, ce journal est pour toi, en français, imprimable chez toi. Lien en bio #seretrouver #guerison #ruptureamoureuse #journaling #estime desoi