Twelve Months of Choosing Myself

How a year of slowing down, listening in, and saying no changed everything.

Last month, I reached a milestone I’m deeply proud of.
It marked twelve months of consciously choosing myself.

Not in the fluffy, self-care hashtag kind of way, but in the real, uncomfortable, healing kind of way. The kind that asks you to set boundaries, say no, rest more, and stop apologising for needing time.

A year of listening to my body instead of fi…