It wasn’t loud.
There was no crisis, no dramatic collapse.
Just a quiet moment — folding laundry, scrolling through old photos, walking alone in the grocery aisle — when it hit:
“I don’t recognize myself anymore.”
Not in the way you speak.
Not in the way you love.
Not in the way you look in the mirror.
It didn’t happen all at once.
It happened through small, well-meaning sacrifices.
Compromises that felt harmless at the time.
Letting things go to “keep the peace.”
Swallowing words to avoid another argument.
Making space for someone else’s needs until there was no space left for your own.
And now here you are — holding a life that looks familiar from the outside…
but feels foreign inside.
And all this- while he was just waiting for your own self to be back not the stranger
This is the heartbreak so many carry but never speak:
Did you lose a relationship as You started losing yourself inside it.
Not because you were weak.
But because you loved deeply.
Because you cared.
Because you believed in “us” so much that you put “me” on pause.
But there’s a sacred truth waiting quietly in the background of that pain:
You are not lost. You’re just buried.
Under the shoulds, the silence, the survival.
And you don’t need to start over.
You just need to start remembering.
So how do you come home to yourself?
Not by blaming the past. Not by burning everything down or leaving.
But by slowly, softly asking:
- What did I used to love?
- What made me feel alive with them, even for a moment?
- Where in my day do I felt home with them ?
These may be distant memories now but they are yours and It’s not selfish to bring them back but It’s sacred.
Because when you begin to come home to yourself, something beautiful happens:
You stop seeking permission to be whole.
You stop performing love and start embodying it.
You become someone who loves from overflow — not emptiness.
And maybe…
this journey back to ourselves isn’t meant to lead us apart,
but to bring us back to what was always true beneath the pain.
So become who you need to become.
Rise. Expand. Breathe in the life your soul has been aching for.
But when the dust settles…
when your heart has space to feel what’s real again—
come back. Not to the old story.
But to him… to the love that never stopped choosing you, even in silence.
Because sometimes, what we were running from was not the love itself— but the version of ourselves that didn’t know how to hold it yet.
Now you do, Now we do.
So come home.
Not for his sake, not for the past—
but because that’s where the truth still lives.
And love—real love—has been waiting for you there all along.
