It wasn’t out of anger, but out of a need to clear the clutter and start afresh. Whatever happened next would be on my terms, and I was ready to embrace it. The day stretched out ahead, full of possibilities.
I picked up my diploma from the table, running my fingers over the embossed letters. It was more than a testament to my academic achievements; it was a symbol of my perseverance, a promise to myself that I was enough. And as I sat there, the world outside carried on, but inside my little sanctuary, I felt a profound sense of peace.
For the first time, I was truly alone—with my thoughts, my dreams, and my freedom. And it felt right.
