Not every place is meant to hold me.

For a long time, I thought if I tried harder, adjusted more, became quieter or easier or less “me",  would finally belong. I thought fitting in was something you earned by shrinking. But the truth is you can’t force a masterpiece to belong in a room it was never painted for. And you can’t force yourself to feel at home where your spirit feels suffocated.

There were moments I felt the urge to dim my light, to soften my voice, to tuck parts of myself away just to be accepted. And every time I did, I felt myself slowly disappear. That’s when I realized: no space that requires you to abandon yourself is ever worth staying in.

Some doors didn’t open for me, no matter how much I hoped they would. I used to take that personally. I used to think it meant I wasn’t enough. Now I understand it wasn’t rejection. It was redirection. Not every door is meant to be mine, and not every place is meant to see me fully.

What is written for me will never ask me to become smaller. It will make room. It will meet me with ease, not resistance. It will allow me to exist without explaining, without proving, without performing.

A masterpiece doesn’t change itself to suit the wall it’s placed on. The right place reveals it naturally. And when you finally find that place, you don’t feel the need to fight or adjust you just breathe. You feel seen. You feel whole.

Knowing this has given me peace. The kind that comes when you stop forcing yourself into spaces that cannot hold your light and start trusting that where you belong will feel like home.