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Sacrifice is easy to praise when people only see the outcome.
The hard part is surviving what it costs you.

It takes courage to let go of everything familiar—
the routines, the people, the version of yourself
that once felt safe.

But sacrificing your mental health just to feel loved
is a different kind of pain.
It is smiling while breaking,
giving pieces of yourself away
hoping someone will finally decide you are worth keeping.

That is not weakness.
It is the desperate strength of someone
who learned that love often came with suffering.

Yet even the strongest hearts were never meant
to survive by destroying themselves.
Real love should not require your mind to become a battlefield
just so you can earn a place in someone else’s life.