Coming Back

Dear Delyara, My victory is that I came back to myself. Not all at once. And not completely. But enough to notice. I had been living on autopilot for so long that I forgot what my own voice sounded like. I made choices based on fear, duty, expectation, and exhaustion. I let years pass in a blur of “later.” Then one morning I wrote down a simple question: What do I actually want? I did not know the answer. But for the first time in a long time, I wanted to find out. That was the beginning. Sometimes the greatest victory is not achieving something visible. It is deciding that your own life is worth returning to.