Coming Home to Myself

Coming Home to Myself

Part 5 of 5 : Becoming Series |

When I started writing this series,
I often found myself wondering if I had dramatised the whole thing.
After all…
people lose jobs.
People go through heartbreak.
People rebuild their lives.
What made my story any different?
Then I realised…
I was never writing about the breakup.
Or the career setback.
I was writing about what that season of my life gave me.
If someone asked me today,
“Would you go through it all again?”
My answer would still be no.
Because pain is pain.
And I would never wish it upon anyone.
But I also can’t ignore the fact that
it introduced me to a version of myself I had never met before.
The things I once chased…
don’t excite me the way they used to.
The things I did to fit in…
were quietly left behind somewhere along the way.
I don’t seek what I was seeking before.
Or maybe I still do.
Just differently.
I still catch myself falling into old patterns.
I still seek validation sometimes.
I still compare.
I still overthink.
But every now and then…
I remember to return.
To the version of myself that doesn’t need to prove anything.
The version that feels like home.
Maybe that’s what healing has been for me.
Not becoming someone entirely new.
But remembering who I was before I started looking for myself everywhere else.

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