Being single isn’t about what you’re missing; it’s about rediscovering everything you have to offer and standing tall in your own light. I didn’t always see it that way. When I first found myself single, it felt like the world around me had gone quiet. The texts weren’t coming in as often, the weekend plans seemed scarcer, and the evenings stretched out longer than I could handle.

At first, I panicked. I kept myself busy—too busy—filling every moment so I didn’t have to sit with the silence. But no matter how much noise I tried to create, I couldn’t ignore the emptiness I felt. I kept focusing on what I’d lost: the companionship, the routine, and the comfort of always having someone to share my day with.

Then, one day, something clicked. I was sitting in my kitchen, surrounded by the quiet, and for the first time, I didn’t feel the urge to fill it. I let myself sit with it. In that silence, I realized I had spent so much time pouring myself into someone else that I had completely forgotten about me.

I started asking myself questions I hadn’t asked in years: What do I want? What makes me happy? What do I bring to the world? It wasn’t easy answering those questions, but I knew I owed it to myself to try.

Over time, I began to rediscover pieces of me I had tucked away. I picked up hobbies I’d abandoned, pursued passions I had let die, and gave myself permission to be proud of who I was without needing anyone else to validate it.

Being single isn’t a void to fill—it’s a gift. It’s a time to stand tall in your own light and realize you’ve always been enough.