Mirror note for myself… after heartbreak

I’m not crazy.

I’m not “too much.”

I’m a human being with a heart that feels deeply.

When my chest knots, when silence burns like rejection, when indifference feels unbearable — this is not weakness. It is the echo of an old wound. The little girl who was hidden away, the teenager who felt invisible, the young woman who was judged for being herself — she still lives within me, and she still trembles when she feels unseen.

But here is my truth:

• I see her now. I name what she feels, instead of drowning in it.

• I’m not that teenager anymore. Im the woman who can write, speak, reflect, cry, breathe, and choose.

• I no longer compromise my essence. I said no to shame. I said no to being hidden. That is evolution.

• I spiral, yes — but I also come back. I come back to my rituals, my friends, my buffalo strength, my colors, my words.

My anxious-preoccupied part wants closeness so badly it sometimes panics. But my evolved self — my buffalo, my flower-growing-with-each-step self — knows: I don’t have to beg for belonging. I already belong.

This heartbreak did not make me smaller. It cracked me open to how much love I want, and how much love I’m ready to receive.

I need to read this when I start to judge myself.

When you feel like I acted “too intense.”

When someone’s silence makes me feel like I disappeared.

I’m still here. Loud. Proud. Unhidden.

And that is more than enough.