what’s the hardest part about journaling when you’re trying to heal? for me, it was opening a blank page and realizing I didn’t even know what I was supposed to write. I needed real questions : the kind that make you pause. that’s why I created I Don’t Know Who I Am Anymore. 🤍 who else has

I didn’t lose my identity. I traded it, one compromise at a time. A “yes” here. A “whatever you want” there. Each one felt small. None of them were. If you’ve ever looked in the mirror and asked “where did I go?” — this one’s for you. “I don’t know who i am Anymore “ Link in bio #healingj

I gave him years of my life, convinced that if I loved harder and made myself smaller, it would be worth it. Somewhere in there, I stopped asking what I wanted. The hardest part of leaving wasn’t losing him it was doing the math. The years. The plans I put off. The woman I could have become. Then

Should I go back to my ex? Before you answer, journal this: What has actually changed since I left? Not what they promised. Not what I hope will change. What has actually changed? Sometimes you don’t need someone to tell you what to choose. You need a quiet space to be completely hone

I love my child. I also miss who I was before her. Both are true. 🤍 Somewhere between the night feeds and the school runs, the woman I used to be got quiet. Not gone — just paused underneath all the giving. So I started asking myself the harder questions. What part of me did I put on pause? W

will they come back? you refresh. you wait. you read into the silence like it says something about you. here’s the harder question. the one nobody’s asking: who do you become if you stop waiting to find out? what did you stop doing because of them. what parts of yourself did you make s

On passe tellement de temps à demander pourquoi quelqu’un nous a blessées . comme si la réponse allait tout arrêter. Mais quelque part dans tout ce besoin de comprendre, on arrête de se poser la vraie question : qu’est-ce que ça me coûte, à moi ? Aimer quelqu’un à travers sa tempête, ce n’est

We keep asking why someone hurt us — as if the answer will make it stop. But somewhere in all that understanding, we stop asking the harder question: how much is this costing me? Loving someone through their storm isn’t the same as losing yourself in it. And the day we notice the difference is

Manipulation rarely looks like manipulation while you’re in it. It looks like apologizing for things you didn’t do. Rehearsing sentences before you say them. Going quiet because it’s easier than being called “too much” one more time. By the time you notice, you’re not even sure which thoughts

It got built somewhere , a moment you were too much for someone, so you made yourself smaller to keep the peace. Then you carried their reaction around like it was a fact about you. Telling your own voice apart from the one you inherited is slow work. Journaling helps because it makes you slow d

Je ne sais plus qui je suis, je l'ai tellement dit après ma rupture. Si tu te sens comme ça aussi, ce journal est pour toi, en français, imprimable chez toi. Lien en bio #seretrouver #guerison #ruptureamoureuse #journaling #estime desoi

if you’re still replaying it, it’s not because something’s wrong with you. it’s because it never got put into words. 🤍 save this for the night it hits again. #journaling #healingjourney #heartbreakrecovery #journalprompts #overthinking

Some people don’t come back to thank you after they heal. They simply leave. Protect your heart before you become someone else’s lesson. If I talk about healing and journaling today, it’s because I’ve lived it. Therapy helped me, but there was a part of my healing that only I could do. I found t

“How did I not see it?” If you’ve ever asked yourself that question after a breakup or betrayal, you’re not alone. The hardest part isn’t always what they did. It’s wondering if you can ever trust your own judgment again. That’s why I created this guided journal—to help women process th

How many of these relationship red flags have you quietly normalized? 🚩 The ones we learn to live with — the apologizing, the anxiety, the waiting for someone to finally change. Here’s the harder truth: we don’t keep choosing the wrong people because we can’t see the red flags. We keep choosing

You can love your child with your whole heart… and still miss the woman you used to be. 🤍 This journal isn’t about becoming a “better mom.” It’s a gentle space to reconnect with the woman behind the title. I Love My Child, But I Miss Who I Was , link in comments . #momlife #motherhoodj