The End of a Chapter: Learning to Open My Heart Again

For the last five years I have been single. Not just single in the sense of not having a partner, but single in a much deeper way. I have been unavailable. Guarded. Careful. I kept my heart on lock, and for a long time I convinced myself that was safety.

I told myself I needed to heal first. I carried invisible wounds from seasons of trauma, heartbreak, and survival that no one could see but me. And I was right to honor that. Healing was necessary. There were versions of me I needed to sit with, love on, and release before I could imagine letting anyone else in.

But the truth is, I was not just healing. I was hiding. I wrestled with the decision to stay single. Some days, it felt easier to push love and intimacy away than to risk being fully seen. I told myself I was protecting my peace, when in reality, I was protecting my fear.

Now something in me is shifting. Old cycles are ending, and a new chapter is beginning. For the first time in years, I feel ready to step into something new. Not because I think love will fix me. Not because I need someone else to complete me. But because I have finally arrived at a place where I know I am worthy of being seen differently. I am worthy of being loved in softness, in safety, and in truth.

And it does not stop at romantic love. I am opening myself to more self-love, more prosperity, more joy, and more receiving. For so long I believed I had to overwork, overgive, and overprove just to be worthy of the blessings I desired. I kept telling myself I had to heal a little more, accomplish a little more, or shrink myself a little less before I could accept what life was offering me.

Now I understand that part of healing is learning how to receive. To receive love without suspicion. To receive money without guilt. To receive opportunities without shrinking and wondering if I deserve them. To simply stand in my becoming and say, “I am worthy as I am.”

This moment feels like the closing of a long chapter. Not because I am running toward someone else, but because I am finally running toward myself with an open heart.

It is both scary and sacred. But I would rather live open than locked away. I would rather risk being seen than spend another five years convincing myself that I do not deserve to be.

This is the end of one chapter, and the beginning of a new one. A chapter where I no longer wrestle with receiving, but lean into it fully. Where love is not a threat, prosperity is not a burden, and being seen is not something to fear.

I am learning that I do not have to just survive life. I get to live it. I get to love it. And I get to be loved within it.