06/18/2026
Old Me:
Every happy moment felt temporary.
New Me:
I let myself enjoy things fully.
Reflection:
After loss, I spent a long time waiting for the other shoe to drop. Every good moment felt fragile. Every laugh felt borrowed.
Somewhere along the way, I stopped seeing joy as a betrayal and started seeing it as part of healing.
Joy stopped feeling dangerous.
And that changed everything. ☕💛