Something
to hold

That’s the thing about signs — they don’t announce themselves. As a quiet voice in the middle of the night that says: not this. I’ve written it because silence almost killed me. I have to become love to find love. When something resists you that strongly, listen. I allowed myself to be heard — loud and clear, without shame or fear. You can’t hear the quiet voice of intuition when you’re screaming inside. I remembered every time I’d made myself smaller so a man could feel bigger. I learned that being alone doesn’t mean being lonely — it means being free. Sometimes we’re the sign someone else needs. Watching someone else choose themselves reminds us that we can too. I used to think following the signs meant having all the answers. I made choices I’d make again and choices I wouldn’t. The life I am meant to live isn’t a destination. You picked up this book for a reason.

That’s the thing about signs — they don’t announce themselves. As a quiet voice in the middle of the night that says: not this. I’ve written it because silence almost killed me. I have to become love to find love. When something resists you that strongly, listen. I allowed myself to be heard — loud and clear, without shame or fear. You can’t hear the quiet voice of intuition when you’re screaming inside. I remembered every time I’d made myself smaller so a man could feel bigger. I learned that being alone doesn’t mean being lonely — it means being free. Sometimes we’re the sign someone else needs. Watching someone else choose themselves reminds us that we can too. I used to think following the signs meant having all the answers. I made choices I’d make again and choices I wouldn’t. The life I am meant to live isn’t a destination. You picked up this book for a reason.