WHEN THE STORM HITS, AND YOU’RE STILL STANDING 🌧️

Hi beautiful souls 💛,

I hope life is treating you with the love and peace you so deeply deserve. I’ve missed being here, sharing, and writing — and I’m sorry for my silence. I haven’t posted in a while because, honestly, life has been overwhelming. I’ve been drowning in busyness, tangled in emotions, and caught in moments where the words just wouldn’t come.

But I’ve been writing... oh yes, I’ve written a lot — words I wasn’t ready to share yet. Now, I feel like it’s time. As the days come and go, I’ll be bringing those pieces here — one post at a time. 📝💫

Let me take you back to a week I won't forget: April 21st to 27th. A week where I felt like my world was shattering into a thousand invisible pieces. And yet, I had to smile. I had to show up. I had to act like nothing was wrong.

But inside? I was sinking. Deeper and deeper into a loophole of sadness. 💔💭

People were calling — checking in, maybe — but I wasn’t ready to talk. Not because I didn’t care, but because I couldn’t. Yet they expected me to be fine. Expected me to laugh, chat, show up with joy. But friends, I wasn’t okay 😔. I was barely surviving, dragging myself out of bed every morning. Trying to hold it together when I was unraveling inside.

And what hurts most?

Feeling utterly alone while being surrounded by people I once called friends. 🤍

I realized something heartbreaking: some of the people I poured my energy into, who I supported through thick and thin, never really cared. Some weren’t friends — just visitors in my life. People who came when they needed something. People who never celebrated my wins. People who only remembered me when their own world was falling apart — calling once a month, expecting me to hold them, and then laughing when I needed someone. 🥺

I stayed in love with the image I created of them. I held on to the expectations I painted — expectations that now haunt me.

But here’s what this week taught me:

🌿 I can survive alone.
🌿 I don’t need empty calls or hollow friendships.
🌿 I’d rather sit in silence than be drained by people who only take and never give.

So this is my goodbye to those one-sided friendships. 👋 Enough is enough. I’m reclaiming my peace, my space, and my time.

And while I let go of those who never really saw me — I want to say thank you to the ones who do. 💌

To the kind souls I’ve never met face-to-face but who support me more than those nearby — you are my pillar. Your encouragement, your kindness, your messages, and presence give me strength. You are my reminder that love doesn't always need a face; sometimes it just needs a heart that listens. 🫶

Thank you for being here. Thank you for loving me through the storms. I love you back — so deeply. 🌼💖

Take care of yourself, always. You deserve soft days and peaceful nights.
Until next time,

With love,

Her

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