You are a destination, not a pit stop.

Ever felt like you're someone's 'safe house' or fallback option? Yung feeling na babalikan ka lang pag wala nang iba? ​For a long time, I stayed in a cycle of 'promises' but no change. I was his 'home', the one he’d always come back to when things didn't work out elsewhere. I held on because of the sweet words and the consistent 'care' texts, thinking it was love. ​But then I realized: Being a 'home' to someone is beautiful, but it shouldn't cost you your sanity. ​Real talk: Patterns don't lie, even if the words are cinematic. We deserve to be the first choice, not the last resort. Today, at 42, I am finally choosing to close the doors that no longer serve my growth. I'm choosing my peace and my child's peace over a 'convenient' love. ​I’m on my Day 1 of healing. It’s scary but quiet. ​Any tips for someone starting their Day 1? I’d love to hear your stories below. Let's empower each other!