I used to wait.Wait for people to check on me.Wait for apologies I was never going to get.Wait for a miracle, a breakthrough, a "right time" that never came.Wait for someone or anyone to see that I was drowning and finally pull me out.But life taught me something brutal: No one is coming.Not because people are evil. Not because they don't care. But because most of them are too busy trying to survive their own storms to notice yours.That's when I realized…I wasn't broken because life was unfair.I stayed broken because I kept outsourcing my healing.I kept handing my power to people who didn't even know how to hold it,So one day, I stopped waiting.I got tired of the silence.Tired of crying into my pillow and waking up pretending I was fine.Tired of expecting someone to read my mind, feel my pain, or fix my chaos.That's when everything shifted: I became my own rescue.
I stopped begging for love and started giving it to myself.
I stopped looking for validation and started rewriting my worth.
I stopped chasing people and started building peace.And you know what?It was hard. Way harder than staying broken.But it was also the most powerful thing I've ever done.When I stopped waiting to be saved, I realized I already had what I needed:A mind that refused to quitA soul that still had fightAnd a heart that, despite everything, could still loveI became the voice I needed to hear.The support I was craving.The safety I kept looking for in others.Becoming your own rescue doesn't mean you don't need people. It just means you're no longer dependent on them to define your healing.It means if they walk away, you don't collapse.If they stay, great—but if they don't, you still rise.