The Truth of Being: When I Choose Me

There are moments in life when you come to a line.
Thin, quiet, and invisible to everyone but you.
And on one side of that line is compromise.
And on the other—you.

I used to cross that line all the time.
To keep the peace. To be liked. To avoid discomfort.
I’d say yes when I meant no.
I’d laugh when I felt hollow.
I’d give when I had nothing left.

And people called it kindness.
But it wasn’t.
It was self-abandonment wrapped in good manners.

Now, I choose differently.
I choose me.

Not in a loud, hard, armored way.
But in a soft, rooted, powerful way.

I choose my energy. My limits. My voice.
I choose the life that fits me, not the version of me that fits into someone else’s story.

And yes, sometimes people don’t like it.
Sometimes it’s misunderstood.
But peace built on self-erasure isn’t peace at all.

Choosing myself doesn’t mean I don’t care.
It means I trust that I matter too.

And every time I choose me—
with clarity, with compassion,
with quiet certainty—
I come home to something unshakeable.

The truth of who I am.
The life that’s mine to live.

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✨ Where in your life is it time to choose you?

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