Coming Home to Myself

I’ve kept so much inside for so long that it’s begun to choke me.
I’ve been “good” for years — silent, pleasing, responsible —
because I thought that’s what love meant.

But I’m not okay anymore.
I feel used, burdened, and exhausted.
You expect me to carry not only my own life but yours too — your pain, your guilt, your fears, your dreams.
I can’t do it anymore.

Every time I try to speak my truth, you make me feel guilty.
When you withdraw into sadness, it makes me feel like I’m breaking you.
When you cry , it traps me in shame and silence.
But I am not the villain. I am looking out for myself.
I am a person. I have limits.

I need space to become who I am.
I need to stop living your lives for you.
And I need you to stop expecting me to sacrifice mine.

I love you. But I need to love myself too — and I am so far away from that right now.

I am allowed to live honestly, even if that honesty is uncomfortable.

And so I’m beginning, finally, to choose truth over guilt.
Even if you never understand it, I need to understand myself.
That’s not betrayal — it’s survival.

I’m simply trying to come home to myself.

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