A journey of self-awareness, emotional detachment, and reclaiming the love we were always worthy of. There comes a point when the cycle becomes too obvious to ignore—when the pain hits the same nerve one too many times, and you’re finally forced to admit: This is a pattern. It took me years to see it. Every connection felt different at first—intense, magnetic, comforting in ways I didn’t know I was still aching for. But looking back, they all had one thing in common: the same emotional unavailability, the same taboo attachment, the same ending that left me questioning my worth. Last year, I made a quiet decision. I was tired of rewriting the same heartbreak in new handwriting. I needed to break the pattern, even if it felt like ripping away a part of myself. And it wasn’t easy. Letting go never is, especially when the connection feels like the only place where you felt seen, supported, even loved—though deep down, you know it’s an illusion. That “love” was never yours to begin wit...