—I choose myself—
because no one else will
because wanting and caring
are no longer a gift
they are an act of war
against what wants me broken
against what wants me docile
against everything that tried
to shape me into pieces
I walk among ruins
and recognize my shadow
like someone recognizing an enemy
like someone who accepts
that the darkness
does
not
go away
—it is faced
it is crossed through
and it is cried—
I make myself strong
not out of pride
not out of hope
not out of beauty
but because surviving
is the way of being alive
and loving myself
is the blade that keeps me standing
even when everything
wants to bring me down
self-love
is not tenderness
it is a bleeding flashlight
it is a body that keeps going
even when the world screams
that there is nothing left
it is breathing among ashes
it is walking on the wound
and knowing that every step
even when it hurts
is mine
and mine alone
—and it is faced
it is crossed through
until one day you no longer cry anymore.—
Last updated on:2026-01-09T21:49:33+05:30
Comments (7)
when you say you choose yourself now, what does that actually look like on your hardest days
I cry every night. but I started doing things I didn't do in a long time while I was with him: drawing, see my friends, writting...try not to spend the whole day waitting for a text. Make little things that makes me happy. what he thinks or what he does is not my problem. I'm just responsible of myself. and think that I did my best and always tried, so that's all I can do.
some days it was just breathing and saying “i’m still here.” that counted for me.
and some days that's enough ❣️
getting to the point where loving myself felt violent, like i was going against everything that tried to break me. self-love wasn’t soft for me either. it was survival.
hugs for you 🫂🫂🫂❣️
self-love is not selfish, it's choosing yourself over everyone and everything.