Freedom. Just another thought….

“Freedom Tastes Like Silence”
It’s been four days. No messages. No “just checking in.” No drama.
Just me—and my thoughts.
Yes, I’ve been anxious. Yes, I’ve gone over everything in my head. A hundred times.
But you know what? I’ve never felt so free.

I don’t miss the walking on eggshells.
The way my phone buzzed and my stomach dropped.
I don’t miss feeling like I was always too much or not enough—depending on his mood.

I’ve cried, sure. I’ve stared at the screen, waiting.
But I’ve also laughed—real laughs.
I’ve looked in the mirror and seen a woman I actually like.
One who’s been through hell and still stands with her chin up.

This isn’t closure. It’s not a perfect ending.
But it is a beginning.
And I’m starting to remember who I was before I let someone else’s silence make me question my worth.

This is what freedom feels like.
And I’m not going back.