Healing Overload

My Declaration

I am no longer living like a ghost in my own story.
For too long, I have mistaken exhaustion for devotion and silence for peace. I wrapped myself in duty until I could no longer feel where I ended and others began. That era is over.

This is my rebellion. Not loud, not reckless, but steadfast.
A rebellion of rest, of saying no, of choosing what actually nourishes me. It’s the quiet uprising that happens when a woman stops apologizing for existing in her own skin.

I am returning to myself… not as I once was, but as I truly am.
Softer, wiser, with edges that no longer need smoothing.
I am learning that love given freely includes myself in its circle.
That my worth does not depend on how much I produce, fix, or give away.

I will not measure progress by speed, output, or other’s approval.
I will measure it by the moments I breathe without guilt,
the spaces I create for joy to stretch its limbs again,
and the days I choose presence over performance.

This rebellion is holy in its own right.
It is the act of reclaiming time, energy, and identity.
It is the turning of my face toward the light,
not to prove anything,
but simply to feel warm again.

I am both the battlefield and the bloom.
And I am coming home, unapologetically, rebelliously, and completely… to myself.