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Joey EverAfter Blog

I fell for a man afraid to be seen. We shared space, laughter, even a home... but not clarity. His fear met my truth, and I kept hoping he'd choose us. He hugged me, looked at me like love, then pulled away like shame. I tried to make sense of it all. Was it brotherhood? Was it love? In the end, I chose myself... not to punish him, but to honor me. If he ever returns, I’ll still be here. Whole. And no longer waiting.

I am the flame that rose from ash... not despite the fire, but because of it. Every name that was never mine burned away until only truth remained. This is not just a farewell to who I was, but a vow to who I’m becoming. I am no longer hiding. I was not born to be small. I was born to burn beautifully. This letter is my return... raw, whole, and holy. The Phoenix does not ask for permission to rise. She simply remembers who she is and begins again.