What the Full Moon brought me
• you can know better and still not do better. it doesn’t make you weak, it just means you're still learning in real time. • i talk to myself like a best friend because no one else is doing it. sometimes the only advice i get is my own reflection saying “girl, wtf.” • love can chip away at you in tiny, invisible ways. by the time you notice, you’re just a handful of glitter and memory, and you don’t even know how to give anymore. • i thought i was stronger. but strength isn’t staying—it’s knowing when something is hollow and walking away even when your hands are still shaking. • i want peace so bad it makes my bones ache. not silence. not avoidance. peace. and you need safety to afford peace.
✨ ritual: i sprayed my favorite perfume over a page in my diary and wrote out every craving in my heart without shame. i lit a red candle and whispered: “i am not asking anymore. i am choosing.” i whispered: “i am the one who gives it to me first.” then i kissed the page. and burned it.
