I didn’t “heal” — I outgrew the version of me that begged for crumbs. via /r/gratitude

Gratitude didn’t save me.
It replaced me.

The version of me that begged for love, waited for texts, tolerated half-effort… she’s gone.
And the new me?
She says thank you before the desire even arrives.
She wakes up and claims peace like it’s already hers.
Not because life is perfect.
But because she finally stopped negotiating with it.

I’m not saying it was easy.
I’m saying it was worth it.

I used to journal things like “I am loved.”
Now I feel it when no one’s watching.
I used to affirm “I am safe.”
Now I go to bed without checking his phone.

Gratitude isn’t a list.
It’s a frequency.
And once you lock in —
Everything starts moving toward you.

Thanks for reading. I hope this finds the version of you who needs to hear it.