Rachel
Favoured Frenzy
(Wrote this in March and held onto it like a soft whisper to myself. Now, as I post the final piece, I know this is more than just an ending—it’s a beginning I chose. Here's to healing, growing, and writing new stories — with or without another's hand to hold.)
This isn’t about a perfect life.
It’s about the strength it takes to smile after every storm.
The courage to trust again.
The peace that comes when you choose yourself.
The healing that starts the moment you stop reopening old wounds.
And the glow that returns when you realize:
Happiness isn’t found in someone else’s arms—it’s something you grow within yourself.
She found hers not in fairy tales, but in the little moments—
a quiet sunset, a heartfelt laugh, the comfort of her room, a deep breath after a long cry,
and the self-love that whispered, you are enough.
This is not a love story.
This is a story of resilience.
Of finding joy after chaos.
Of learning that letting go is sometimes the most loving thing you can do—for them and for yourself.
Here’s to her.
Here’s to every girl who found her smile again after being broken.
To every heart that learned to beat for itself.
Because happiness isn’t a destination. It’s a decision. And she chose it.
And damn, doesn’t happiness look good?
This isn’t about a perfect life.
It’s about the strength it takes to smile after every storm.
The courage to trust again.
The peace that comes when you choose yourself.
The healing that starts the moment you stop reopening old wounds.
And the glow that returns when you realize:
Happiness isn’t found in someone else’s arms—it’s something you grow within yourself.
She found hers not in fairy tales, but in the little moments—
a quiet sunset, a heartfelt laugh, the comfort of her room, a deep breath after a long cry,
and the self-love that whispered, you are enough.
This is not a love story.
This is a story of resilience.
Of finding joy after chaos.
Of learning that letting go is sometimes the most loving thing you can do—for them and for yourself.
Here’s to her.
Here’s to every girl who found her smile again after being broken.
To every heart that learned to beat for itself.
Because happiness isn’t a destination. It’s a decision. And she chose it.
And damn, doesn’t happiness look good?
