Read & Repeat:

I am allowed to feel safe now. Even if I never knew what that meant growing up.

I do not have to earn love by shrinking. I am worthy exactly as I am.

It’s okay if peace feels unfamiliar. I’m learning how to trust it.

I am not the chaos I came from. I am the calm I’m building.

I forgive myself for the ways I survived. And I honor the strength it took to get here.

I don’t have to explain the past to heal from it. My body remembers and that’s enough.

My softness is not weakness. It’s proof I made it out with my heart intact.

I am no longer waiting for permission to be okay. I get to choose that now.

Some days healing looks like joy. Other days it’s just breathing and not flinching.

I’m still learning how to rest without guilt. That’s healing too.