Fracture & Bloom | From Heartbreak & Loss Came Freedom

There is a freedom in me now

that I have never known before.

Not the kind that comes from escape,

but the kind that comes from release.

Release from the weight of hurt,

from the long road of healing,

from the ache of carrying

expectation and family legacy.

For so long, I was tethered,

to self-sacrifice and people-pleasing,

to trauma responses disguised as strength,

to the exhausting work of evolving.

All of it compounded by grief,

unhealthy love,

and dreams too big

for the cage of legacy I was living in.

But something has shifted.

My father’s passing,

heartbreaking as it was,

was a rupture that became freedom.

The break that made space

for me to choose differently,

to put down the weight,

to truly choose myself and my future.

And when my relationship ended, ruthlessly,

the one I thought meant home, safety, finally,

It shattered something in me

that I didn’t know existed.

And in the fracture,

The most unexpected flowers bloomed—

flowers in vivid colors of

unrelenting self-love,

unbreakable self-trust,

and a courage and grit like no other.

I have a new relationship with myself,

One I have been dreaming of for a lifetime,

And a new understanding of what freedom really means.

I am no longer clouded by grief or healing.

No longer tangled in someone else’s dreams and limitations.

Now, there is only open sky,

and the steady beat of my heart

as I let it guide me.