the mirror feels different tonight 🪞🌙

Sometimes you catch yourself in a mirror or a dark window and think, 'Who is this person?' 🪞 Not in a funny way. In a quiet, chest-heavy way. Your laugh is different. Your patience is shorter. Your dreams don't look the way they used to. Certain people don't feel like home anymore. Certain places feel too small now. And part of you misses the old version of yourself, even if that version was tired too.

That's okay. You can miss who you were without needing to become them again 🌙 The old you carried you through things with whatever tools they had, even if some of those tools were people-pleasing, over-apologizing, staying too long, or pretending everything was fine 😭 They deserve tenderness, not shame. And this new you? This in-between you? They don't need to have everything figured out tonight. New skin feels strange at first. Healing can feel like emptiness before it feels like peace 🤍 So don't interrogate yourself too hard. Don't demand a complete identity before sleep. Just look at yourself, if you can, and say, 'I'm still here.' That's not small. After everything, still being here is a quiet kind of brave.