You don’t have to hold it all together anymore.

You don’t have to keep proving you're strong enough, smart enough, selfless enough.

You don’t have to carry everyone else's world on your back just to be allowed to have a place in your own.

You don’t have to earn love.

Not with your competence.

Not with your exhaustion.

Not with your silence.

You are not loved because you perform.
You are loved because you are.

Even when you're messy.
Even when you're tired.
Even when you can't fix it, can't hide it, can't make it look pretty.

You are allowed to fall apart and still be worthy.

You are allowed to be soft and still be powerful.

You are allowed to need and not be abandoned.

The people who truly love you are not keeping score.

They are not waiting for you to fail so they can walk away.

You are not too much.
You are not broken.
You are not invisible.

You are a goddamn miracle, especially on the days you forget.

And if the life you've built no longer fits who you're becoming,
you have every right to burn it down and begin again.

You don’t owe the old version of you anything.

Stop surviving.
Stop shrinking.
Stop bleeding quietly.

You were born to feast on your own worth.

You don’t need permission.
You don’t need forgiveness.
You don’t need to explain.

You need to remember:

You were never supposed to survive on scraps.
You were born to reign.

Welcome home.