I been shitted on, lied to, betrayed, disrespected, overlooked, and left to figure that shit out alone. Yet I still show up. Still pray. Still hustle. Still love. Some of y’all don’t even know how much pain a woman can carry and still look fine as hell doing it.
A huge sign you’re healing is when you stop feeling responsible for fixing people who are committed to staying dysfunctional.
You can see the manipulation. The chaos. The emotional immaturity. The constant self destruction. The excuses. The cycles. And instead of abandoning yourself trying to save them, you finally realize some people are drowning because they refuse to let go of what’s pulling them under.
Healing is realizing not every problem is yours to carry. Not every broken person is yours to heal. Not every toxic situation deserves one more conversation, one more chance, or one more ounce of your energy.
A healed version of you stops trying to force accountability into people who fight it with their entire soul.
You stop overexplaining.
You stop begging for basic decency.
You stop trying to prove your worth to people who benefit from misunderstanding you.
And the craziest part is once you finally let go, you realize how exhausted you were from trying to save people who were perfectly comfortable draining you dry.
My favorite part of resurrection is when they went back and didn’t find Jesus where they left him!! Don’t let NOBODY find you where they left you. Elevate! He got up! You can too! Nothing is too hard for my God!