I Didn’t Know I Was Breaking Until…

I didn’t know I was breaking… Until I broke. My heart didn’t just crack—it dismantled. And truth be told, the reconstruction still looks like a demolition site. I didn’t know breaking meant being mentally bagged, emotionally bruised, and physically exhausted by the weight of people who kept reaching while I kept giving. I didn’t know … Continue reading I Didn’t Know I Was Breaking Until…