This unraveling is sacred
There comes a quiet moment when something inside you begins to stir. A sense that the version of you who has always done the right thing, smiled at the right time, said yes when she wanted to say maybe — is beginning to feel too small.
She was the one who made everyone comfortable. Who stayed composed, agreeable, helpful. She learned how to be good. How to be chosen. How to be safe.
And for a time, that goodness felt like belonging. It felt like protection. A way to stay loved in a world that often asked too much, too fast.
But now, something in you aches for something else. Not more praise. Not more perfection. But truth.
It starts as a whisper: “This isn’t who I really am.”
And it’s not that the good girl was wrong — she helped you survive. But survival is not the same as living. It is not the same as being whole.
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The hidden cost of being good
There comes a quiet moment when something inside you begins to stir. A sense that the version of you who has always done the right thing, smiled at the right time, said yes when she wanted to say maybe — is beginning to feel too small.
She was the one who made everyone comfortable. Who stayed composed, agreeable, helpful. She learned how to be good. How to be chosen. How to be safe.
And for a time, that goodness felt like belonging. It felt like protection. A way to stay loved in a world that often asked too much, too fast.
But now, something in you aches for something else. Not more praise. Not more perfection. But truth.
It starts as a whisper: “This isn’t who I really am.”
And it’s not that the good girl was wrong — she helped you survive. But survival is not the same as living. It is not the same as being whole.