Rebirth Year?

When this year started, something in me knew it was a rebirth Year.

I kept seeing my birthday every time I glanced at the clock — like a quiet reminder that I was stepping into myself again. And everything in me kept saying the same thing: let it go.

The stress.

The dead weight.

The doubts.

The fear.

The trauma.

The sad spaces.

Even the version of home that no longer fit.

Free yourself.

Start new.

And here we are — in the new.

What I know now is this: rebirth didn't come from forcing change. It came from choosing release. From trusting myself enough to shed what was heavy and keep what was true.

I've never felt lighter.

I've never felt clearer.

And honestly... I've never felt more like myself.

This isn't the end of anything.

It's the return.

I chose myself — again.

—NTBG