I got this.

I don’t always understand the point of everything I have survived, but I’ve made peace with the fact that not all pain comes with a neat explanation. Some things happened simply to nudge me into becoming someone stronger, softer and more aware.

So yes, I’m done with certain chapters – not out of bitterness, but because I finally respect the person I grew into while crawling through them. And I want to see what life looks like now that I’m no longer carrying what tried to break me.

I used to think purpose had to be loud and dramatic. Now I think purpose is simply choosing not to stay where your soul has already packed its bags. So I’m turning the page. Not because I have the next chapter figured out. The truth is, I don’t know exactly where I’m going next. I am terrified of repeating old patterns. But I have also learnt to have faith in myself. To be kind to myself. I’ve shed versions of myself that were built around survival, and now I’ve room to build something around joy and contentment. Maybe that’s enough purpose for now – showing up for my future self with curiosity and trust instead of fear. I got this.