Abby's Whispers Within

I think I’m finally in a better place. Not because life is perfect, but because I’m not forcing anything anymore. I’m focused. I’m working. But I’m not burning myself out to prove anything. It’s not about noise or validation, it’s about building something real. Something mine. I love better now. With less fear. With softer hands. I give love, not because I have to, but because I want to. And I’ve learned that genuine love feels nothing like control and everything like freedom. Peace isn’t just silence, it’s alignment. It’s knowing I’m not begging for a seat anymore. I’m building my own table… and lighting a candle on it. I’m not loud about where I’m headed, but I’m going. I’m not posting every win, but I’m proud. I’m soft, but I’m solid. And honestly? That’s enough.

I was talking to someone the other day, and they said something that completely hit me: “You’re so good at loving people from afar, but the moment they get close…” She didn’t even finish the sentence, and yet, I already knew exactly where it was going. It’s so easy to love someone when they’re distant  when I can hold onto the idea of who they are without truly having to face the reality of them. When they’re far away, I can imagine them however I want. I can cling to the ideal, to the fantasy of what could be, and I can easily justify it because there’s no real confrontation. I long for the connection, the validation, the feeling of being valued. In those moments, the distance makes me value my likeness in them more. But the moment they get close? The moment they’re within arm’s reach? That’s when it all starts to feel like too much. Suddenly, the walls I’ve spent years building around myself feel like they might come crumbling down. And I’m not sure if I’m ready to let anyone ins...