A bride in my church canceled her wedding and her parents used the food the guy bought to do their own wedding because they have never gotten married properly.
Lloré sola, dormí sola, me desahogué sola, me calmé los ataques de ansiedad sola, me sentí sola, me aconsejé sola, comí sola, paso tiempo sola. Nadie vivió mi vida, ni lloró mis lágrimas, entonces nadie tiene derecho a juzgar mi forma de ser.
Lamentablemente, tienes que aprender a dejar de hablar con alguien. Vas a llorar, tu pecho va a doler, vas a estar a punto de volverte loco. Pero no vas a morir.
One reason I really want to get married is to finally have my own person and be done with that phase.
It’s lowkey exhausting trying to find your person in this day and age.
May Allah grant us the best, make us good partners, make our partners good for us too, Ameen.
Hey girl, ❤️
Don’t let a season of singleness make you question whether love will ever happen for you. Your story is still being written.
Keep living. Keep healing. Keep becoming. Keep enjoying your life. Keep letting God work on the parts of you that nobody else can see.
You don’t have to chase what God has for you, and you definitely don’t have to settle because you’re tired of waiting.
The goal isn’t just to be chosen. It’s to be chosen well. 🤍💍🙏🏾
Until then, choose peace. Choose joy. Choose YOU.
There is more love ahead of you than there is behind you. Don’t let what hurt you convince you that you’ve already seen your best days. Keep healing, keep choosing yourself, and trust that what is meant for you will meet you at the version of you that no longer settles.