I’m not waiting for someone to walk into my life and fix it. There was a time I thought that’s how life worked—that love would swoop in and save me, that someone else’s presence could magically erase my struggles and fill the gaps in my life. But I’ve learned the hard way that happiness doesn’t come from another person. It comes from within.

For years, I placed my happiness in someone else’s hands. I thought if I was patient enough, loving enough, or giving enough, things would fall into place. But the truth is, relying on someone else to be your savior is a heavy burden for them to carry—and an impossible way to live. When that person left, I was forced to face the parts of my life I had been avoiding.

At first, it was overwhelming. I was standing at the edge of my life, staring at all the broken pieces, unsure of how to begin putting them back together. But then it hit me: no one else was going to save me. If I wanted a better life, I’d have to create it myself.

So, I did. I stopped looking for happiness in other people and started finding it in the small, quiet moments of my own life. I built a routine that made me feel good—long walks, creative projects, setting goals and actually achieving them. I stopped waiting for the perfect relationship and started nurturing the most important one: the one I have with myself.

I’ve learned to be my own hero. I celebrate my victories, even the small ones. I show up for myself, even on the hard days. I don’t need someone else to complete me because I am already whole. Happiness isn’t something I’m waiting for—it’s something I’m creating, one step at a time.