I find myself fighting against a girl I love.
A girl who once let life take her, who lost herself in the chaos, in the moments she couldn't control. She drifted, unanchored, lost in the current of whatever life handed her.
And now.. now she grips the reins so tightly, she forgets to breathe.
She holds on to control like it’s her last lifeline, as if loosening her grip even slightly means losing herself all over again.
I see her in the mirror, in the way I second guess every step, in the way I hesitate before allowing myself to just exist.
But I’m learning.
Learning that control isn’t the same as safety. That perfection isn’t the same as peace.
That the girl who once let go and the girl who now holds on too tight.. we both deserve grace.
And maybe, ahh maybe, I can find balance between the two.
with the most love
xo zenwhispers💋