The Moment I Chose Me
Good day my loves,
There was a moment when I realized I had spent years being a version of myself that everyone else could handle.
I was soft when I wanted to scream.
I was agreeable when I wanted to walk away.
I smiled through pain, apologized for my strength, and made myself small in rooms that couldn’t handle my fire.
And then one day, it hit me..not like a whisper, but like a scream from my soul:
This isn’t who I came here to be.
I didn’t come here to blend in.
I didn’t come here to settle, shrink, or serve everyone else at the expense of myself.
I came here to rise.
And rising meant truth.
It meant healing.
It meant taking my power back—one honest moment at a time.
The Truth Is… I Was Exhausted
Not just tired. Not just drained.
Soul-exhausted.
Tired of pretending. Tired of managing other people’s emotions. Tired of pouring into everyone else and leaving myself empty. I kept asking God, “Why do I feel so far from myself?”
The answer came quietly:
Because you’ve been running from your truth.
And the truth was—I wanted more.
More peace.
More depth.
More joy.
More me.
But to get that, I had to stop abandoning myself.
💔 Healing Hurts Before It Heals
I didn’t expect healing to hurt this much.
I didn’t expect it to mean grieving friendships that couldn’t come with me.
I didn’t expect the waves of loneliness that hit when I stopped people pleasing.
I didn’t expect how loud the silence would feel when I finally turned inward.
But underneath the pain was clarity.
Beneath the heartbreak was rebirth.
Healing wasn’t a straight path..it was a spiral. Some days I felt powerful. Other days I felt raw, fragile, and unsure. But every single time I told the truth—to myself, to the mirror, to the world..I felt a little bit freer.
🪞 I Found Her Again
That girl I lost years ago?
The one who dreamed loudly.
The one who danced without fear.
The one who didn’t second-guess her worth.
I met her again on the other side of grief, grit, and grace.
She didn’t ask for permission.
She didn’t wait for validation.
She remembered who the hell she was and she stood up for it.
And I realized something profound:
Empowerment doesn’t arrive. You activate it.
You choose it, minute by minute, truth by truth.
If You’re on This Path Too…
If you’re in that messy middle, if your heart feels heavy, if you’re starting to shed what no longer fits..know this:
You are not alone.
Your pain is not weakness.
Your story is not too much.
Your desire for more is not selfish. It’s sacred.
There is a version of you waiting on the other side of this. She is bold. She is rooted. She is healed. And she is ready.
You don’t need to rush. You don’t need to prove.
You just need to keep telling yourself the truth—and honoring it.
Every time you say, “I choose me,” the universe shifts in your favor.
Your Turn to Reflect:
Here are a few questions for your journal today:
1. What truth have I been afraid to admit, even to myself?
2. What would it look like to honor my healing without guilt or apology?
3. Where in my life am I still choosing comfort over growth?
4. What do I need to let go of in order to become the woman I’m meant to be?
5. What would it feel like to be fully, unapologetically me today?
💌 Final Words from My Heart
To every woman reading this:
You are worthy of a life that feels like home.
You are allowed to evolve. You are allowed to change your mind.
You are allowed to rise, again and again and again.
So write your truth.
Speak it aloud.
And never forget..your healing is not a detour, it’s the way forward.
You’ve got this. And I’m walking this journey with you, every step of the way.
With truth, fire, and love,
– Mel
