08/28/2026
I pray when love comes to your door, it greets you with kindness. 🤍
After experiencing a love that hurt me, controlled me, and made me question my own worth, I had to learn that love isn’t supposed to feel like something you have to survive.
For a long time, I thought love meant holding on tighter, giving more, forgiving more, and shrinking pieces of myself just to keep someone around.
But healing taught me something different.
Healthy love feels safe.
It is patient.
It is gentle.
It doesn’t make you afraid to speak.
It doesn’t punish you for having boundaries.
It doesn’t ask you to become less of yourself to make someone else comfortable.
And now, when I think about love coming to my door again, I don’t pray for someone who simply loves me.
I pray for someone who knows how to nurture what they love.
Someone who handles my heart with care.
Someone who sees the woman I’ve fought to become and doesn’t try to undo her.
Someone who brings peace instead of confusion.
Someone who can love me in a way that reminds me I never had to earn being treated well.
Because after surviving love that wounded me, I don’t want a love that simply feels exciting.
I want a love that feels like home.
And maybe that’s what healing really is…
Learning that the love you deserve doesn’t require you to abandon yourself to keep it. 🤍
If you’ve had to rebuild yourself after a love that hurt you, I hope you remember this:
The next love should not require you to become who you were before you healed. It should nurture the woman you became because you survived. 🌱