I did it, for me

 I remember the days when I gave everything I had to be a good wife. I had dreams of love that felt warm and safe, but as I tried to make everything work, I felt myself fading away. I settled for the quiet, the “I’m busy,” and the “maybe later.” I stayed strong through lonely nights and, over time, I started to think maybe this was just how it was meant to be. Maybe I should just be thankful for the few good moments and accept the emptiness in between.

But then one day, I looked at myself, tired and worn out, and realized I was losing who I was. I saw a woman who used to laugh freely, who had dreams and joy, now feeling small and quiet. So, slowly, I began to find myself again. Not by walking away from him, but by walking back to me. I took little steps each day, bringing back parts of who I used to be. I learned that one of the hardest things is to let go of the roles you’ve tried so hard to fit into and remember who you are.

But I did it.

I did it because I wanted more than just to get by. I wanted to feel real happiness, to laugh without holding back, to feel light instead of heavy. I did it because I wanted to believe that I deserved love and joy, not just bits and pieces. I wanted to feel whole, even with all my flaws and scars.

It took time and patience. But here I am, feeling a little stronger, a little more myself.

I did it, for me.