There was a time I searched for light in other people.
In validation.
In chaos.
In being wanted.
I mistook attention for warmth.
Noise for connection.
Intensity for love.
But healing is a quiet sunrise.
It doesn’t announce itself.
It doesn’t beg to be seen.
It simply rises… steady, golden, undeniable.
The glow I carry now isn’t makeup.
It isn’t flirtation.
It isn’t someone else’s desire reflected back at me.
It’s discipline.
It’s therapy.
It’s choosing peace when my old self would have chosen destruction.
It’s waking up motivated on a Monday.
It’s racing thoughts that no longer run the show.
It’s walking into rooms and studying my surroundings peacefully… instead of demanding attention from them.
It’s boundaries.
It’s softness without surrender.
It’s fire without chaos.
I used to chase sparks.
Now I am the glow.
— Ivy Rowan 