There’s a moment we all reach.
A quiet breaking point—not dramatic, but deeply personal.
It sounds like: “I don’t even know what I want anymore.”
For years, I thought putting myself last was noble. That love meant self-abandonment. That being the "strong one" was something to be proud of.
But eventually, the cost becomes too high.
You give until you go numb. You please until you disappear.
And one day, you realize: No one else can live this life for you.
So I wrote about it.
I wrote for the person who’s tired of performing strength.
I wrote for those quietly drowning in expectations.
And I wrote for you—if you’ve ever asked,
“Is it okay to finally choose myself?”
Yes.
It is not only okay—it’s necessary.
Focusing on yourself isn’t about ego.
It’s about coming home.
To your needs. Your truth. Your pace.
To a life that belongs to you—not to who you were told to be.
If my words helped you feel seen,
if they reminded you that choosing yourself is an act of courage,
if they nudged you even 1% closer to your own truth—
you can support my work by buying me a coffee.
☕ It’s not just caffeine. It’s fuel for more writing like this—real, reflective, and rooted in healing.