Closing the Door
Honoring the Woman, I’ve Become
This week has been one of the most emotionally charged weeks I’ve had in a long time.
Routines shifted, plans changed, and everything I’ve been holding together so tightly finally demanded to be felt. The emotional waves came in hard not to drown me this time, but to be processed, released, understood.
So I gave myself permission to stop.
I canceled my Friday plans and chose a day at home, in my own little bubble.
A slow day to catch up on some work, rest my body, and let my nervous system settle. No pushing. No forcing. Just allowing myself to be.
Because when I look back on the last few days and honestly, the last few years it has been surreal to find myself here… at the point of finally closing the door to so many chapters of my life.
The chapters that broke me.
The chapters where I endured the toughest moments I’ve ever faced.
The chapters where I had to fight to be heard and prove my own truth, even when my voice was shaking.
Every single experience shaped me.
Not into someone hardened, but into a woman who knows her own strength, knows her own value, and refuses to shrink to make anyone comfortable.
Did I get justice?
Not in the way I once hoped for.
But I was heard. I was seen. And I was given a lifeline and right now, that is enough for me.
So here I am, not slamming the door in anger
but closing it with peace, pride, and deep gratitude for the version of me who survived every page.
Amid all the intensity, there were still reminders that life can hold softness too even in the middle of healing.
A sneaky lunch date that reminded me that laughter and connection are allowed.
A grounding walk where I felt the earth beneath my feet and remembered that I’m safe in my own body now.
Those moments didn’t cancel out the hard stuff but they brought balance, humanity, and hope.
And now, as I stand in this in-between space…
there’s a quiet sense of anticipation brewing.
A new chapter is waiting
One that doesn’t require me to fight to exist.
One that doesn’t demand my pain to prove my worth.
One that offers opportunities that won’t break me just to build me.
This time, I step into it on my own terms.
No longer defined by what I survived
but by who I am becoming.
I’m soft when I choose to be.
Strong when I want to be.
And unapologetically me every step of the way.
The door is closed…
not because I’m running from the past,
but because I’m finally ready for what’s next