#self positivity

The you who laughed more easily. The you who wasn’t so tired. The you who believed in things without overthinking them. It’s strange to grieve someone who still exists… but not in the same way.

Growing changes you. Hard days change you. Survival changes you. And sometimes you look in the mirror and wonder where that softer, lighter version of you went.

But here’s the gentle truth: they didn’t disappear. They grew with you.

Every version of you was doing the best they could with what they knew at the time. That carefree you? They carried hope. This current you? You carry strength, awareness, depth. You are not “worse.” You are different because you have lived.

Text reads: It's all right if you can't join resistance efforts in blatantly visible ways like joining protests or rocking the boat hard enough for others to notice. Sometimes you're just too tired, too burnt out, or maybe your physical or mental health will not allow for it. Finding any small amount of joy in anything at all is an act of resistance. Loving yourself and the ones you hold dear is an act of resistance. Choosing to be kind whenever possible is an act of resistance. Surviving is an act of resistance.

Never be afraid to be yourself