The Courage to Start Over.

You’re Not Broken. You’re Becoming.

I’ve constantly watched motivational reels on my timeline, and they all seem to have one thing in common  that adrenaline rush that makes you feel like you can do just about anything. I love it. I love that momentary high when it feels like the world is yours for the taking.

But there’s a part I don’t see often.
No one really talks about how heavy it weighs down after everything has fallen apart.
The moment you realize you have to start over.
The sense of failure that creeps in, knowing you got it wrong  and now, you either swim or drown while figuring out how to begin again.

You see, new beginnings don’t come with fireworks or clarity.
They creep in like a quiet ache.
A slow-burning moment when something once so familiar a job, a person, a dream no longer fits. And suddenly, you’re sitting in the ruins of everything you thought would work out, trying to catch your breath, trying to understand how something that felt so right could lead you here to this strange, silent pause.

“New beginnings,” said by someone across from you or on an Instagram post, sound so beautiful. So easy.
But in real life? It’s messy. It’s lonely.
It’s standing in front of a mirror and not recognizing who you are anymore.
It’s mourning the version of yourself that tried. That held on. That loved with her whole heart.
It’s realizing the chapter you were so sure would last forever — just ended.

And it hurts. God, it hurts.

Because we don’t just grieve people.
We grieve timelines.
Expectations.
Futures we thought we had.
We grieve the way things could’ve been… if only they had turned out differently.

So no — I’m not here to paint it in rainbows for you.
But I am here to tell you that as hard as starting over may be… it’s also the bravest thing you can do.
And it’s still very much doable.

It’s the moment you choose yourself  even if your hands are shaking.
It’s admitting something no longer serves you  and walking away.
It’s whispering, “I don’t know what comes next, but I know I can’t stay here.”

And that… that’s power.

Trust me some day, you’ll wake up and realize you’re no longer surviving. You’re living.
That your heart doesn’t ache the same way it used to. That you’re laughing again,  not just because you should, but because something inside you bloomed.

That you’ve found your way. Not by having it all figured out. But by staying. By trying. By beginning again.

So if today you’re somewhere in the middle, not who you were, not yet who you’re becoming — please know this:

You’re not broken. You’re becoming.

And that is a kind of magic the world doesn’t always understand — but you will.
You already are.

@IamLiah💫