For a long time, I believed I would never feel whole again.
Loss left me shattered, scattered into pieces I didn’t know how to put back together. Every day felt like a reminder of what was missing, of the emptiness that echoed louder than any sound.

But healing is not about returning to who you once were.
It is about becoming someone new — someone forged through the fire of pain, someone who carries scars not as shame, but as proof.

Piece by piece, I gathered myself.
Through tears, I found compassion.
Through silence, I found strength.
Through loss, I found resilience.

I am not the same as before.
I am softer, because I know how fragile life is.
I am stronger, because I know what it means to survive.
I am wiser, because I carry lessons written in heartbreak and hope alike.

Wholeness is not about perfection.
It is not about filling every crack or erasing every wound. It is about embracing the broken places, the jagged edges, the shadows and the light — and realizing they all belong.

Today, I no longer see myself as broken.
I see myself as complete, because I have survived everything that tried to destroy me. And in surviving, I have become something more than I ever thought I could be.

Becoming whole again is not the end of the story.
It is the beginning of a new one — one I will write with courage, with hope, and with love that endures.

Always and Forever

💬 What made you feel whole again after being broken? Share in the comments — your story may help someone else find their way back to themselves.