Let this be your softness. Your sanctuary. Your yes. I was never supposed to carry all that weightâbut I did. And I honor the girl who survived
Let this be your softness. Your sanctuary. Your yes.
- I was never supposed to carry all that weightâbut I did. And I honor the girl who survived it.
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Being strong kept me alive. But now, I give myself permission to rest, to soften, to receive.
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I forgive myself for not knowing how to be a child. It was never my fault.
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I am not just what I endured. I am what I deserve: tenderness, safety, and time to heal.
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I no longer measure my worth by how much I can survive. I measure it by how deeply I can love myself.
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I donât have to prove my strength anymore. I am allowed to be held, to cry, to let go.
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The little girl in me still matters. I listen to her now. I care for her now. I love her without conditions.
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I release the need to parent everyone else. I deserve to be nurtured too.
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Even if no one told me back thenâI was worthy of protection. I still am.
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I am no longer responsible for fixing everything. I am responsible for honoring my own peace.
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Itâs not weakness to want softness. Itâs not selfish to want care. Itâs not too late to receive them.
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I was strong because I had to be. Now I am soft because I choose to be. That is my power.
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They called you strong while letting you suffer.
They praised your maturity while ignoring your fear.
But you deserved a childhood. You deserved softness. You deserved rest.
Itâs not too late to mother the girl inside you.
Itâs not too late to unlearn the survival code they forced into your bones.
Itâs not too late to say: I want more than strength. I want healing. I want ease. I want joy.
You are not a machine. You are not a savior.
You are a human beingâdeserving of care, softness, and gentleness in every season of your life.
You were strong too soon.
But now?
You get to be free.