I Chose Myself: The Moment Everything Changed

For years, I poured into everyone around me, their crises, their wounds, their emotions — until I had nothing left for myself. I believed the lie that healers were meant to heal others, not themselves. I repeated it so often that it became my identity… and my prison.

Eventually, the consequences showed up in silence, in the heaviness behind my smile, the exhaustion beneath my strength. I felt empty, drained, unseen, weak, lonely, and defeated. Yet, every time life tested me, something inside rose in return, strength, resilience, instinct, spirit.

So I chose myself. Slowly, awkwardly, defiantly.

I turned to books that spoke to my wounds. I practiced mindfulness when my thoughts raced. I meditated through the chaos. I breathed through anxiety. I affirmed what I wanted to believe until it finally became true. I manifested, I fasted not just food, but people, habits, and wounds I outgrew.

Fasting taught me something profound: no matter your religion or beliefs, sacrifice has spiritual and physical power. It creates space and in that space, clarity comes.

There were moments when my spirit became restless long before anything happened. I felt situations shift before words were spoken. I sensed endings on the horizon before they arrived. My intuition whispered warnings long before my mind could explain them.

And for the first time, I listened.

The signs were always there, they didn’t suddenly appear. I finally stopped ignoring them.

This is what awakening feels like:

Not loud.

Not perfect.

Not linear.

But a quiet reclamation of self.

So if you’re reading this and feeling what I once felt, the burnout, the heaviness, the pull, Remember this:

Love yourself.

Protect your spirit. Trust your intuition.

Choose yourself first not because it’s selfish, but because it’s necessary.

You cannot pour from an empty soul.

And you were never meant to heal the world while abandoning yourself in the process.

You are allowed to rise, for you.