It felt like failure.
Like proof that something didn’t work out the way it should have.
I avoided it, stayed longer than I needed to, accepted situations just because they were familiar.

Starting over meant uncertainty.
And uncertainty felt risky.

But experience changed that perspective.

I realized that staying in the wrong place is much more dangerous than leaving it.
That repeating a life that no longer fits you slowly drains confidence, energy, and self-respect.

Starting over doesn’t erase what you’ve done before.
It builds on it.

Every decision, mistake, and pause becomes part of your foundation.
You don’t start from zero — you start from understanding.

Now, I see new beginnings differently.
Not as a loss, but as a correction.
Not as weakness, but as awareness.

It takes courage to admit that something isn’t right anymore.
It takes strength to choose growth over comfort.

I’m no longer afraid of starting over because I trust myself more than I fear change.
I know I can adapt.
I know I can learn.
And I know that every new chapter exists for a reason.

Sometimes the bravest thing you can do is let go —
and allow yourself to begin again.