Prologue.
The moment has come.The moment I finally dared — to accept my fate.
I’m not a heroine, not the chosen one, not a saint.Just a person.A person who feels too much.Who looks back too often.Who digs through her mistakes instead of collecting victories.
What if I hadn’t left?What if I had said what I wanted to say?What if I had believed? If I hadn’t been afraid?
The last five years turned my life upside down.I’ve seen realities that were never supposed to exist.And the more I saw, the clearer it became:Pain is inevitable.There is no perfect path.Even the “right” choices come with loneliness, fear, and consequences.
Now I’m sitting in a dark room.Around me — versions of myself.Alternate “me’s.”All of us look different.All of us once believed we had chosen therightpath.
But none of us are truly happy.Each carries pain. Regret.That part never changed.
But I’m the one who finally saw it.
Happiness doesn’t come from choosing the perfect life.It comes from accepting the life you’re in.
And I will start. I have to.
When I wake up.
