I think one of the saddest things about me is how long I can carry emotional pain without anybody noticing.I will still laugh. Still answer texts.Still show up.Still make people feel loved. All while quietly falling apart in ways nobody thinks to ask about.
When it comes to me, there's ALWAYS a reason. If I stop talking to you, there's a reason. If I stop hanging with you, there's a reason. If I stop being there for you, there's a reason. I'm not the kind of person who just goes ghost out of nowhere. So if I do, you most definitely did something to me.
You deserve someone who can’t wait to talk to you, spend time with you, get to know you and fall in love with you. Please stop settling for halfhearted, lukewarm, hesitant and indecisive. It’s so much better to be alone than to be with someone who makes you feel alone.
I always end up being a villain in their story when I choose not to be a VICTIM in my own. That’s the part people don’t talk about. The minute you stop accepting certain treatment. The minute you call folks out or change how you move with them. The minute you stop letting things slide. Now you “changed”. Now you “switched up”. Now you “wrong”. Whole time you just finally caught on and did what needed to be done.
Nobody talks about how exhausting it is to live in that space between “things will get better” and “I can’t handle this anymore.” It’s like your emotions are constantly swinging, leaving you both hopeful and defeated in the same day.