Just Not That Broken
-This is what healing, unlearning, and choosing myself actually looked like. 

I used to think being “strong” meant holding everything together.
Not crying. Not needing help. Not letting anything—or anyone—affect me too deeply.

But life has a way of humbling you.

There were seasons where I felt overwhelmed, overlooked, and honestly… tired.
Tired of carrying everything.
Tired of pretending I was okay when I wasn’t.
Tired of pouring into people and situations that didn’t pour back into me.

And somewhere in the middle of all that, I started questioning myself.
My worth.
My choices.
My ability to get it right.

I had moments where I felt like maybe I was the problem.
Like maybe I was too much.
Too emotional.
Too understanding.
Too willing to stay when I should’ve walked away.

But the truth is… I wasn’t too much.
I was just giving too much to the wrong things.

Not That Broken Girl was born in that realization.

Not from a place of having it all figured out—
but from a place of finally being honest with myself.

Honest about what hurt.
Honest about what I allowed.
Honest about what I deserved.

This space isn’t about perfection.
It’s not about having a “glow up” that makes everything look pretty and put together.

It’s about the in-between.

The quiet decisions nobody sees.
The boundaries that feel uncomfortable at first.
The nights where you sit with your thoughts and decide you deserve better… even if you don’t fully believe it yet.

I’ve had to start over.
Mentally. Emotionally. Sometimes physically.

I’ve had to unlearn what I thought love looked like.
I’ve had to sit with the parts of me that needed healing—not hiding.

And I’ve had to choose myself… over and over again.

Even when it felt lonely.
Even when it didn’t make sense to anyone else.
Even when I questioned it.

“Not That Broken Girl” doesn’t mean I’ve never been hurt.

It means I didn’t stay there.

It means I’m still here—
still learning,
still growing,
still becoming a version of myself that feels whole in a way I didn’t know was possible before.

Some days still feel heavy.
Some days I still have to remind myself of everything I’ve already made it through.

But I move differently now.

With more awareness.
More intention.
More respect for myself and what I allow into my life.

This space is for the woman who is in her own version of that.

The one who is healing while still showing up for her life.
The one who is tired—but not done.
The one who is learning how to choose herself without guilt.

You don’t have to have it all together here.

You just have to be honest.

Because at the end of the day…
I’m not who I used to be.

And I’m not where I want to be yet.

But I’m not that broken girl anymore.

And maybe… I never was.

— Not That Broken Girl