Not everyone will understand what you’ve survived.
They didn’t see the fear, the shame, or the breaking down
that brought you to your knees under a moonless night.

They don’t know what it felt like to live inside the storm,
or the way your body remembers what your voice could not say.
They didn’t feel the weight of silence pressing against your chest,
or the courage it took just to keep breathing when you wanted to disappear.

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Survival Leaves No Witnesses

The hardest truth about surviving is that it often leaves no witnesses.
To the outside world, you may look “fine.” You may even look “strong.”
But the fragments you carried in secret tell another story.

It’s the story of a woman who stitched herself back together
with trembling hands and invisible thread.
The story of someone who learned to move through life
while holding the rubble of her former world in her palms.

And because they didn’t see that journey,
they may never understand the cost of your healing.

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Healing Is Not Meant to Be Understood by Everyone

Here’s what I need you to know:
your metamorphosis is sacred.

It is not for their approval.
It is not for their comprehension.

You don’t owe anyone an explanation.
You don’t exist to convince them that your story is real.
You are not required to shrink your truth so they can be comfortable.

Your healing is not theirs to measure.
It is yours to claim.

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Becoming

Healing is not about returning to who you once were.
It’s about rebirthing yourself into the woman you were always meant to be—
the one who lived inside you before the world tried to silence her,
before the shame, the fear, the breaking down.

You are not broken.
You are becoming.
You are unbecoming everything the world told you to be
so you can finally rise into everything you are.

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A Final Word

If you feel misunderstood, unseen, or dismissed on your healing journey,
remember this: you’re not here to convince them.

You’re here to live fully.
To stand in your sovereignty.
To honor the sacred work you’ve done.

Because your metamorphosis is not small.
It is sacred.

Protect it.
Honor it.
And never forget—
you don’t owe anyone an explanation for your survival, your becoming, or your light.

Ella xx