From Seen Zone to Self-Love – My Post-Love Story

“From crying in the shower to dancing in the kitchen – here’s how I found me again.” 🚿➡️💃

They don’t tell you how boring healing is 😶‍🌫️.

No one makes a movie 🎬 about the Tuesday evenings where you stare at the ceiling, overthinking your last text 📱. No background music 🎵 plays when you delete a photo 🖼️ and immediately regret it 😔. And absolutely no one claps 👏 when you resist stalking their Instagram stories for the hundredth time 😅.

But healing? It’s everything 🌱.
It’s slow 🐢, quiet 🤫, unglamorous—and life-changing ✨.

At first, I tried faking it. Smiling in selfies 🤳. Posting stories that screamed “I’m thriving” 💅. Laughing extra loud at office jokes 😂. But the mirror knew 🪞. The pillow knew 🛏️. Heck, even my Spotify knew (why else was “Love Me Like You Do” always in the queue?) 🎧💔

Then one day, in the middle of a work call 📞💼, something clicked 🔄. I was tired 😮‍💨. Not just of him—but of who I had become for him. The version of me who paused her dreams 🛑, filtered her words 🤐, and lowered her standards just to keep someone who didn’t even keep promises 🙃.

So, I did the most powerful thing a brown girl can do—I chose myself 🙋‍♀️✨.

I started with tiny things. Re-organized my workspace 🗂️. Bought that neon lamp I’d been eyeing 💡. Woke up early to stretch (okay fine, I snoozed twice 😴⏰). I even started baking again 🧁. There’s something oddly comforting about watching a cake rise while your heart feels like it’s deflating 🍰💔.

I stopped waiting for closure and wrote my own 📝. I forgave him—not because he deserved it, but because I deserved peace 🕊️. I blocked, unblocked, and blocked again (hey, it’s a process) 🚫🔁. I let myself cry 😢, binge-watch feel-good shows 📺.

Healing isn’t a straight road 🛣️. It’s potholes, U-turns 🔄, random breakdowns 😩, and sudden joy 🎉. One week you’re journaling affirmations 📓✨, next week you’re stalking his cousin’s dog’s page 🐶📱. It’s okay. Growth is messy 🧼💥.

But somewhere in that chaos, I started loving the quiet moments again 🌸. I found comfort in my routine 🛁. In the smell of my mom’s food 🍲. In random reels that made me laugh 😂. In friends who didn’t ask me to “move on fast,” but sat with me when I couldn’t move at all 🤝❤️.

And here’s the best part? I no longer wait for his message 📩. I look forward to mine—to my blog posts ✍️, my voice notes 🎙️, my rants 💬, my dreams 🌠.

To anyone reading this while staring at their “last seen” for the 20th time 👀:
Baby, he’s not the ending. You are the plot twist. 💫📚💕

Mydailyrant 🍫💌