✨Understanding✨
She did it
because she came from brokenness.
Not the kind you wear like a wound—
the kind passed down in silence,
generation to generation,
like heirlooms too heavy to hold.
She did it because she was angry.
Because pain had no name
but it burned through her like wildfire.
She did it because she was hurting.
Because healing felt too far,
too soft,
too foreign.
She did it because she believed she deserved less.
Because somewhere along the line,
the mirror lied.
So she self-sabotaged,
became her own storm.
She waged war on her own worth.
She did it because chaos felt like home.
Because peace felt unfamiliar
and love had conditions.
She did it because she needed someone—
anyone— to tell her she mattered.
She did it and it almost killed her.
And when it nearly did,
she found herself
on her knees at the altar of her own undoing.
And it was there,
with hands trembling and heart bare,
she met the little girl she used to be—
the one who always felt out of place,
the one who held her breath
waiting for the crash…
knowing the sirens would be too late.
She forgave her.
She held her.
Spoke life into her.
She began again…
Just differently.
And now… she is just finding her way.
Step by sacred step.
No longer running.
No longer hiding.
Just remembering
what it means to be whole.