I was loved and then left, used and then forgotten, moving forward with whatever pieces I had left of myself. It took losing so much to understand how cruel the world can be—how easily people take from you and walk away as if you were never there. But somewhere between breaking and becoming, I found a touch that didn’t hurt, a presence that didn’t use me, a moment that finally saved me. And for the first time, I wasn’t surviving for someone—I was choosing myself.