07/04/2026
I didn’t realize how much of my life was shaped by guilt until I started questioning why choosing myself felt so wrong. Somewhere along the way, I learned to carry responsibilities that were never mine, to say yes when I was exhausted, to feel like love had to be earned through sacrifice. Guilt became my inner voice, whispering that rest was selfish, boundaries were cruel, and freedom was something I had to apologize for. But I’m starting to see it differently now—maybe that voice was never truly mine. Maybe healing is learning to sit with the discomfort of letting people down, and realizing it doesn’t make me a bad person. It just means I’m finally choosing to be free.
— Balt