🌹HAPPINESS IS JUST A MITH 🌹

🌹 For so many years, I believed happiness was something I could hold onto in my marriage. I thought if I gave enough, sacrificed enough, endured enough, then eventually we’d reach that place where love felt safe and complete. But what Im founding is that happiness, at least in the way I imagined it, never stayed. There were moments, fleeting ones, where it felt real. A laugh shared, a gentle touch, a night where things didn’t feel broken. But those moments slipped away as quickly as they came, leaving me holding on to hope that keeps breaking me.

I see now that happiness, as we’re taught to dream it, is just a myth. Marriage didn’t save me, and love won't fix what is already broken. What itd doing is teaching me hard truths about myself — about endurance, about fear, about how much I can give even when I’m empty. And strangely, that’s where the real meaning came in. Not from happiness, but from survival.

Maybe I’ll never know the fairytale kind of happiness. But I know what strength feels like now. I know what it means to keep walking forward even when my heart feels shattered. And maybe that kind of truth , raw, imperfect, and real — is worth more than the myth I chased for so long.

And to you, my husband, I wanted happiness with you more than anything, but what Im finding is myself instead.🌹