There was Never a Trophy There

For years, I thought winning meant finally being chosen by the person who once rejected me. Then I asked myself a question that changed everything: What exactly was I trying to win? I didn’t want the chaos, betrayal, anxiety, or life that came with the supposed prize. Somewhere along the way, I had already won—I just hadn’t looked around long enough to notice. The life I created is the prize. The woman I became is the prize. I walked myself home.