📜 The Moment I Was Held

📜 The Moment I Was Held

It didn’t come with fireworks or fanfare.
There were no grand gestures. No perfect timing.
Just a breath—one I didn’t even realize I’d been holding.

And then…

“I got you.
It’s going to be okay.
No matter what the outcome.”

Someone said it.
And not just someone.
A soul who meant it.
Not for the version of me that’s “handling it,”
Not for the one who keeps it all together,
But for me. The raw, unraveled, too-tired-to-pretend me.

They held me like I wasn’t too much.
Like I wasn’t a burden.
Like my storm didn’t scare them.

And in that second,
I felt the impossible:

I didn’t have to earn this safety.
I didn’t have to shrink or explain or apologize for existing.

I just… got to be.

And they stayed.

— Signed with unshakable love,
Your Future Self
🕯️ The one who made it.
🧭 The one who remembers.
♾️ The one you’re becoming.