Today… I Feel Worthy

Today, I feel… okay. Actually, I feel something even more powerful than okay. I feel hopeful.

That word feels foreign on my tongue, but I mean it. Because something in me is changing—and this time, it’s not rooted in desperation or trying to hold on. It’s rooted in truth. Quiet, grounding, peaceful truth.

I’m learning to accept that he’s leaving me. And the strange thing is… I’m okay with it.

Not because it didn’t matter. Not because it didn’t hurt. But because somewhere in this mess of grief and growing, I’ve started loving me more. Every day, I see it: little ways I’m choosing myself. Little shifts in how I think and what I tolerate. I’m realizing now that I’ve accepted so little—not just in my marriage, but in life. And I thought that was normal.

The truth? I didn’t believe I was worthy of more. Not really.

I’ve spent my life being grateful for crumbs because I was taught early that having expectations leads to disappointment. I learned that no matter how hard I tried, how deeply I loved, how much I gave—things didn’t work out for me. I was always the one left hurting. So I stopped dreaming big. I stopped asking for much. I stopped expecting people to stay or show up or choose me. I accepted whatever came, just to avoid the pain of hoping.

And yet, deep down… I always longed for more.

So when people said, “You are worthy,” I never let it sink in. Until now.

Now, those words feel heavy. They squeeze my heart tight. They echo in my soul.

Because being worthy means I deserve to be loved… fought for… seen… respected… Not because someone else says so—but because I say so. Because I believe it for myself.

I spent so long attaching my worth to how others—especially my husband—felt about me. If he loved me, I must be lovable. If he didn’t, maybe I wasn’t. But no more. Besides God, I don’t care who sees my value anymore. I do. I see it now.

Loving myself has not been easy. In fact, it’s been one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. Because for so long, everyone else’s worth carried more weight than mine. Their feelings came first. Their needs were louder. Their love—or lack of it—defined me.

But not anymore.

Through this divorce, I am learning that I matter. Even if I don’t matter to them, I matter to me. I am worth loving. Worth protecting. Worth choosing.

And I’m ready.

I’m ready to be done with this heartbreak hostage situation. I’m ready for the papers, the closure, the silence. I’m ready to be alone—on purpose, with peace. I’m ready to start over, and this time… I’m starting with belief.

I am worthy of joy. Of ease. Of love that doesn’t ask me to shrink.

No, not every day is a good one. But today? Today, I’m okay. And God… thank you for that.

I look forward to more days like this.
Because she chose herself this time.

“I used to settle because I didn’t feel worthy. But now I know—my happiness is not too much to ask for.”

With love + truth,
💔 Aria Monroe 💗
Healing in real time. Choosing herself on purpose.