For a long time, I thought love meant effort. Managing emotions. Keeping the peace. Making sure everyone else felt okay before I did. I got so used to carrying the energy of the room that I forgot what it felt like to simply exist inside of myself.

But lately, something has been hitting me differently. The people I love keep saying things like, “It feels good when you’re here.” “The house feels complete again.” “You bring good energy with you.” And the strangest part is, it takes nothing out of me. I’m not performing. Not overgiving. Not trying to earn my place. I’m just being myself.

I think that’s what happens when you finally come home to yourself. Your energy stops going toward survival and starts naturally flowing outward again. And when you get to the other side of self-abandonment, you realize something beautiful.

Love was never supposed to feel like exhaustion. The right people won’t need you to shrink, overextend or carry everything just to deserve connection.

You get to laugh again. Rest again. Take up space again. Be loved for your presence instead of your sacrifice. And honestly? That version of life feels a lot more like home.

There Is No Place Like You: The Yellow Brick Illusion is available on Amazon.

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