Never has my life ever been improved by sending a wall of text. Not. One. Time. Every time I’ve written the long paragraph, explained my feelings, clarified my intentions, defended myself or tried to make someone understand exactly why they hurt me. I usually just ended up feeling more exhausted. They just don’t want to understand. No perfectly worded message can create accountability, empathy, effort or emotional maturity in someone who doesn’t have it. I’m learning that peace doesn’t always come from finally saying everything. Sometimes it comes from realising I don’t need to explain myself anymore.
I have such a deep love for anybody who shows up for me. People don’t have to take time out of their day or life to celebrate you, support you or be there for you… so when they chose to do so, it means a lot.
Do you know how strong you gotta be to sit with what you feel and not run from it? Not jump to the next person. Not distract yourself just to feel okay. Not fake like you unbothered or pretend like everything is good. Just sit in it. Just feel it. No rebound. No Alcohol. No Drugs. No revenge. No going out just to prove you over it. That kind of strength don’t get talked about enough. It takes patience. It takes discipline. And most people ain’t built for that kind of healing.❤️🩹 😮💨