really be sitting back like damn i really could’ve died this year . i really had to yell in agony for that hospital to take me serious. i really sat with an ovarian torsion for over 12 hours . i really lost half my reproductive system at 24 . and could lose the other half . so many complications. so many hormone changes. i don’t even feel like myself . i’m blessed don’t mean to sound ungrateful but today is hard . i feel tired . hope any other person struggling with pmos/pcos is getting the help they need. you are not alone on your journey. hugs from your cyster 🫂
It was 8 PM on a Friday, and my partner was dead asleep on the living room sofa, still in his work clothes.
I was on FaceTime with a friend who was getting ready for a massive night out. She asked what my weekend plans were, and I flipped the camera to show him resting.
She sighed, doing her makeup. “Girl, doesn't it bother you? You’re young, it's Friday, and you're just watching a man sleep. You deserve the princess treatment. If he really wanted to take you out and show you off, he would.”
I looked at him. I looked at the dark circles under his eyes and the laptop still open on the coffee table.
What my friend didn’t see was that earlier that week, he had quietly taken over two of my biggest bills so I could afford to take a lower-paying job that I actually loved. He had been pulling 14-hour days for months, absorbing all the financial pressure so I could finally breathe.
I didn’t argue with her. I just calmly said,
“He is giving me the soft life. The soft life is me waking up without panic because he goes to war every single day. I’m not going to punish him for returning from that war exhausted.”
The line got quiet. I told her to have fun, hung up, and draped a blanket over him.
The internet has completely warped our idea of what love looks like. It has convinced women that "princess treatment" means endless aesthetic dates, constant entertainment, and a partner who operates with infinite energy.
But a man cannot simultaneously be in the trenches securing your absolute safety, and have the carefree energy of a guy with zero responsibilities.
I realized that night: The ultimate luxury isn't a man who takes you out to be seen. It’s a man who makes your life so incredibly secure that fiercely protecting his rest becomes your biggest priority.
It’s not that I’m unforgiving it’s literally that I can’t unsee, unhear, and unfeel what I know about ppl. I know I’m not crazy so it’s impossible to gaslight me.
Nobody likes you when you're depressed.
Plain and simple. We can talk all day about mental health and how important it is, but the moment you are depressed, people start to distance themselves. They see you as negative, a burden, and someone too heavy to handle.
Matter fact, if I ever speak to you again and want to rekindle a relationship after you snaked me pls don’t ever blink around me. i’m telling you now the only thing i’m doing is pulling a you on you. Know that i’m not in my right mind and it’s over for you LMAO
I know that certain folks have to apologize for certain things & reveal certain things for their karma to stop whooping them like that but please don’t ever think you can betray me, apologize and have access to me again.
It’s narcissistic of some folks to have the audacity to think that you’d miss them just bc they use to be a friend, a family member etc. After you get out your feelings you realize these ppl actually weren’t ever kind enough for you to miss. What do you miss? the confusion? the fighting? The feelings of unworthiness? Yeah.. hard pass.
Some ppl will claim to support you, give you words of encouragement and even claim to be rooting for your success but lowkey LOVE to breadcrumb you and maintain an uneven power dynamic where they are the ones feeding you, providing for you and “helping you out” as a false sense of superiority over you.
You bitches don’t stick by no code no more. Yall just grimy and spiteful. Yall don’t even be thinking twice about what yall be doing. That shit is weird and sick behavior!
When people do not consider you in the same way you consider them, let them go. There’s actually so many people in the world that can match your energy and love you the way you love.
Oh how everyone is quick to call you vain and self obsessed the moment you stop living for everyone else and finally tap into that light you’ve been robbed of your entire life. It’s like yes exactly, that’s the entire point, it’s called “I finally chose myself”
one thing about me, I'm going to say thank you, you're welcome, hey, good evening, excuse me, i apologize , yes ma’am , etc! I'm not a rude female or a mean girl. Y'all attitudes be nasty thinking that's the wave, but it's not!🎯