This Is Where My Life Begins

Maybe this is the point.
Not the finish line, but the threshold.
The quiet moment where I realize:

There’s nothing left to fix.
I’m not broken.
I’m already whole.

All the work I’ve done — the therapy, the journaling, the spirals, the loneliness, the rebuilding — it wasn’t to become something new.
It was to return to who I’ve always been, before the world told me I wasn’t enough.

I Accept Myself — Fully

Not just in my mind, but in my body.

I can feel it now — a rootedness I used to chase in others. A peace I used to believe lived just one more healing session away. But it’s here. In me.

I love myself. Not conditionally.
Not when I’ve lost the weight.
Not when I’ve fixed all my patterns.
Not when someone chooses me.

But now. As I am.

And from that place — something shifts.

Discernment Becomes Love

I no longer push people away from fear.
I no longer let people in from hunger.

I choose. Carefully. Lovingly.
Not everyone gets access to my energy — not out of hate or ego, but out of respect.

Because allowing poor behavior is enabling it.
And boundaries are love — for me and the other person.
Letting them continue patterns that harm is no kindness.
Letting myself shrink to keep the peace is no love.

So I decide — who I let close, who I keep at bay.
Not to punish. To preserve.

Not because something external changed.
Not because I won, or proved anything.
But because I stopped abandoning myself.

This is what the work was for:

To feel when a space is safe — and walk away when it isn’t.
To rest without guilt.
To connect without losing myself.
To stop carrying others’ projections as truth.
To love without performing.

And most of all:

To live — not in survival, but in wholeness.
To begin — not as someone new, but as who I always was.

This is where my life begins.