BREATHE AGAIN

 

 

You came into my life like rain on unfinished roads 

messy, heavy, and impossible to ignore.

You uncovered emotions I had buried beneath busy days and forced smiles.

You reminded me that some wounds do not heal because time passes,

but because we finally stop reopening them.

This month, I lost interest in forcing things.

I stopped chasing explanations from people who had already changed.

Stopped romanticizing places that only held memories and not peace.

Stopped standing at emotional doorways waiting for someone to choose me fully.

And strangely, the moment I loosened my grip on what was draining me,

I could finally breathe again.

April was not beautiful in the usual way.

It did not arrive with miracles or loud victories.

But somewhere inside the exhaustion,

I found honesty.

Honesty about what hurts me.

About what keeps me stagnant.

About how much of myself I have abandoned trying to save things that were already falling apart.

So as the month ends,

I am not asking life for immediate happiness.

I only want softer days.

Clearer thoughts.

And the courage to leave behind anything that requires me to shrink in order to keep it.

April, you were difficult.

But perhaps I needed difficult.

Because healing does not always begin with joy.

Sometimes, it begins the moment we get tired of carrying pain that no longer belongs to us.