Describe a phase in life that was difficult to say goodbye to.
There was a phase of my life
that didn’t just happen to me—
it lived inside my bones.
The kind that leaves slowly,
like someone taking their hands
off your throat…
but gently.
.
I knew it was ending
long before I admitted it.
Goodbyes always start
with silence —
the kind you pretend not to notice
while noticing every second of it.
.
Some days it felt like
love wearing borrowed clothes—
a little tight,
a little loose,
anything but mine.
And yet,
I kept adjusting myself
like a fool
hoping the fitting would change.
.
When it finally walked away,
I didn’t cry immediately.
I just forgot how to breathe
for a few weeks.
Funny, right?
You don’t realize someone
was oxygen
until you’re counting
your inhales like bills.
.
But the strangest thing?
I still feel relieved
knowing they’re okay
wherever they are.
Like…
I don’t want them back,
but I don’t want them hurting either.
Life is weird.
Or maybe I am.
.
And then there were the goodbyes
that weren’t even goodbyes —
just sudden disappearances
into a place no map can bring them back from.
The kind that split your existence
into a “before” and an “after.”
When they left,
they didn’t just leave the world —
they left my world.
It felt like someone pulled a rib out of me,
a whole structure of safety and warmth,
and now I live with a space inside my chest
that no love, no person,
no future can ever refill.
It doesn’t heal…
you just learn to walk around it
like a crack in your own spine.
.
Even now, when a certain song plays,
my chest remembers
what my mind has forgiven
and my heart has outgrown.
.
And that phase?
I’ll never get it back.
But I’m learning to love
the version of me
who survived it —
without bitterness,
without blame,
without begging anyone
to stay.
.
🌸 A Message for Every Woman
— Read This Slowly
Choose yourself.
Always.
At every turn, every milestone, every heartbreak.
Love yourself loudly enough
that people think twice
before leaving
and think a hundred times
before hurting you.
.
Stand on your own feet
so firmly
that anyone who walks beside you
knows it is an honour —
not a favour.
.
Let the world learn
how to love you
from the way you love yourself.
.
—Rajeshwari 🧿💕
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