I don’t know if you’ve ever ugly-cried on your bedroom floor at 2am with a bag of Hot Cheetos nearby and a playlist that’s doing a little too much… but if you have, hi. Welcome. You’re safe here.

When I hit rock bottom, post-breakup, post-burnout, post-everything ! I didn’t want advice. I wanted someone to see me and tell me I wasn’t broken or crazy or destined to feel this way forever. So here’s a list of things I wish someone had told me back then, written with the love I now know how to give myself.

Whether you’re there now or just crawling out of it — I hope this meets you where you are.

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1. You’re not a failure because you feel lost.

Existing in this world is hard. Especially when you’re sensitive, self-aware, and constantly trying to “do better.” Life doesn’t come with a roadmap, and anyone who looks like they have it all figured out? They’re winging it too.

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2. Healing is not linear — it’s a hot mess rollercoaster.

One day you’re journaling with crystals and tea. The next you’re scrolling in bed, crying over old screenshots. Both days count. Both are part of it. You are still healing, even when it looks like backtracking.

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3. The version of you who fell apart deserved grace, not shame.

Seriously. That version of you wasn’t weak — she was doing her best with what she had. And now? You get to meet her with compassion and build something new from here.

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4. Rest is not laziness.

Capitalism lied. You are allowed to pause. You are allowed to not produce. You are still worthy when you’re tired, slow, soft, and undone.

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5. You don’t need a “comeback” — you just need a return to yourself.

There’s no glow-up more powerful than remembering who you really are, beneath the expectations and people-pleasing and survival mode. Take your time. You’re not running late.

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6. You can start small. Like… really small.

Brush your teeth. Breathe. Write one sentence. Pull one card. Drink water. Starting over doesn’t have to be dramatic. It can be quiet. And it still counts.

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7. You’re allowed to outgrow people who don’t see you anymore.

Even the ones you thought would always be there. Even the ones who were there for your darkest times. It’s not betrayal — it’s evolution.

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8. Self-love is not always cute.

Sometimes it’s crying in the shower. Sometimes it’s saying no when your whole body is screaming yes. Sometimes it’s choosing silence, solitude, or discomfort. It’s not always aesthetic — but it’s real.

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9. You’re allowed to feel joy again — even before you’re fully “healed.”

There’s no rule that says you have to wait to feel good. Let yourself laugh, dance, flirt with life. You’re still allowed.

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10. You don’t have to do it alone.

Whether it’s a journal, a tarot card, a playlist, a stranger on the internet — you are not the only one walking through this. Community heals. Reflection helps. You’re not behind, and you are so, so loved.

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Final thoughts:
If no one’s told you lately — I’m proud of you. For surviving. For showing up. For even reading this post. You’re doing better than you think.

And if you’re looking for support, I’ve created some journals and tools that helped me reconnect to myself when I felt like I had nothing left. They’re soft, gentle, and designed for people like us — figuring it out one messy, magical step at a time.

You don’t have to rush. But you do get to keep going.

— Luna ♡

✍️ Journal prompt:
“What would I say to the version of me that fell apart?”