It’s been a while.
I can’t even remember the exact moment I lost you, but I’m grateful I found you again—because that’s what truly matters. One of the hardest roads a person can choose is the journey back to themselves.
Let me ask you something…
What’s the first thing you do when something bad happens to you?
What’s your very first reaction when your heart shatters?
Do you cry?
Do you search for answers, trying to understand why it happened?
Do you throw yourself into work?
Or do you deny and ignore it altogether?
We all have our own way of reacting… and that reaction shapes the new version of ourselves after the storm.
I used to find myself searching for reasons—letting my mind take the lead. And the mind, as much as it tries to protect, often leads with fear and caution. It keeps you safe… but it also keeps you from truly living.
Fear teaches you to guard your heart so much that kindness feels like a risk, resilience feels like a burden, and empathy becomes scarce. You start normalizing rudeness as a form of protection. You stop understanding the beauty of human nature and its diversity, because your pain convinces you to generalize your story to all of humanity.
As sad as it may seem, it’s sometimes necessary to walk through that dark tunnel in order to see the light again.
You need to feel fear to truly appreciate safety.
You need to experience loss to understand how precious the things you already have are—and to be deeply grateful for them.
And it’s okay to stop and grieve.
It’s okay to be sad and to give your pain a chance to be expressed.
We are not perfect.
We are not angels.
We are human—fragile in some areas, strong in others.
We make mistakes.
We can be weak, silly, or even foolish at times… and that’s okay.
A huge part of our misery comes from not accepting our weaknesses—and even laughing about them. When we take ourselves too seriously, we turn every flaw into a burden. But when we learn to embrace our imperfections with a lighter heart, they lose the power to break us.
In the last couple of months, I’ve experienced many eye-opening conversations and situations. It’s fascinating—almost unsettling—how the mind can trick you into believing you’re doing the right thing, when in reality, you might just be protecting yourself from facing the truth.
But the definition of right and wrong varies from one person to another.
Each of us lives with a unique set of values that shape our identity.
What suits me may not suit you—and that’s the beauty of life.
It’s rich because of our differences.
And yet, I found myself standing too often outside doors that were never meant for me—trying to fix, trying to understand, trying to be accepted… even though I am truly different, and I will never fit in certain places.
And because of that, I was gradually losing parts of myself—day by day—along with my peace and the path I was meant to follow.
I had drifted so far away from it…
And what’s truly interesting is that God always sends people and places you in situations meant to guide you back—to help you fix your route. The more you walk without understanding the signs, the harder the way back to yourself becomes.
But it is never too late.
It’s okay to choose yourself sometimes—you’re not betraying anyone by being true to who you are.
It’s okay to say, “I can’t,” or “I’m sorry,” or simply “No”—without feeling the need to explain too much.
Just do your best—no more, no less.
Your best within your strength and capabilities.
And remember, there’s always someone else who can do even better what you cannot—and that’s perfectly fine.
It is liberating to be okay with your limitations and not feel ashamed of them.
It’s okay to accept that weaker part of you and embrace your humanity fully.