To those struggling with moving on: Remind yourself that their choices, their interactions, and their whole world don’t matter in the reality you’re building for yourself. The more you starve their energy of attention, the faster it loses its grip on you.
My 30s dead ass are about to be a re-do because honey my 20s were ghetto. I was broke, depressed and overwhelmed by my greatness to the point I completely suppressed the shit. I’m coming for all mines, now and later BITCH
I feel like I’m in an uncomfortable stage of my life like putting myself back together piece by piece, day by day. It’s such a weird feeling but I can’t wait to see what God has for me on the other side of this. 🥲