When She Stops Chasing

Today, I honor my discovery. She stopped reaching. She started rising.

Growth doesn’t always arrive after a breakup or betrayal—it often begins in silence, when we finally tell the truth to ourselves.

That’s the kind of healing that doesn’t make a sound but changes everything.

This morning, I said something out loud that I’ve carried quietly for far too long: I’ve sat in therapy too long to chase anyone once my heart caught up with my brain.

That sentence wasn’t angry or bitter. It was peace. It was clarity. It was the moment I stopped begging for energy that never returned mine.

Before we’re bothered, overwhelmed, or broken by others, we often do the harm ourselves. We sit too long in spaces that don’t see us.

We replay memories that no longer serve us. We reach, even when no one is reaching back. That’s where the pain sits—in the mirror, not just the world.

And in all of that, for women our bodies may change. Our faces may carry more softness, our hips may curve wider, our eyes may look more tired. But our worth—that never changes.

It grows louder as we grow quieter. It becomes our compass back to ourselves.