Stillhealing mga kuwento

This isn't a story. It's just a collection of feelings-on the hard days, the quiet nights, the moments that never made sense. Maybe you'll see yourself in some of them.

These are all of the things I never said and all of the things I wish I could say.. This is my way of grieving.

This is where I write and vent about the difficulties of things I've been through and am going through. I don't know who to tell this stuff to or where to go, so I'm just going to write it here. If you want to know all the gossip about a strangers life, come along ;)

These words that your about to read are the things that go through my dark and healing mind ... I hope you enjoy it and I hope it helps you in some way .. These words got me through hard times when writing was my only escape . Hope you enjoy them if not feel free to give me some tips ( just take into consideration that if you have nothing nice to say don't say anything at all ) - thank you enjoy :) - also book is not finished but working on that !

I wasn't born broken. But somewhere between my first breath and the last time I begged the universe for mercy, I cracked. Quietly. Slowly. Until all I heard were the echoes of "not enough." Not pretty enough. Not smart enough. Not brave enough. Not lovable enough. There was never a moment I was truly seen. Not as a daughter. Not as a friend. Not as a woman who kept choosing others over herself- Until there was nothing left of her to choose. Every time I thought, *"This is it. This is the moment someone sees me-*really sees me," I was met with silence, With abandonment dressed in pretty excuses. They always leave, don't they? Right when you begin to believe you might be worthy of staying for. I gave pieces of myself to people who never knew what to do with them. I showed up. Again and again. For everyone. But when I needed someone? Silence. That kind of silence that screams louder than any goodbye ever could. You ever feel like you're screaming into a void, hoping someone-anyone-will hear you? That's been my life. A symphony of unanswered questions and unhealed wounds. I've worn smiles like masks. I've laughed through tears. And I've convinced the world I'm okay, Even when I was drowning in my own thoughts. So I write this not for pity. Not for praise. But for the ones who look in the mirror and wonder if they'll ever be enough for this world- Because I'm still asking too. Was I never enough for love? For loyalty? For peace? Or was I always too much of something and too little of everything? If you've ever been the second choice, the afterthought, The one who loved too deeply and received too little- Then this book is yours as much as it is mine. Let's bleed together. Let's heal-if healing even exists. But above all... Let's ask the questions no one dares to answer. Was I Never Enough?