Real peace is knowing I don't have to deal with anything that I don't want to deal with! This one year has taught me three important lessons leave people where they at accept situations for what they are and not every action deserves a reaction Saying less produces so much more💯
I promise I won’t ever overplay my part in nobody’s life again. I done went out my way for people, made myself available whenever they needed me, and did things for them they wouldn’t even think to do for me. The problem was I kept doing more because I cared, even when I could see the effort wasn’t mutual. I learned my lesson though. I’m still gonna be a good person, but I’m never doing more for somebody than they’re willing to do for me.
niggas be thinking they punishing you by not talking to you or not doing shit for you like no ur really just giving niggas a opportunity to be better thank you and ur bout to be tricked out ur spot
no one talks about how draining it is when ur mood is constantly switching between "it's okay, i don't care, i'll be okay" and "i don't know how much more i can take"
I check on my mans mental everyday , men go through so much and always keep shit bawled in , I let him know everyday this is a safe , judge free zone ♥️😩 & for that he opens up to me about the deepest shit , things I never knew … I’m not always hard on my mans … lol I balance it out , I’m a Libra … I know how to be soft with him and treat him with care and be that backbone for him , but I also know how to cut up when he got me fucked up too .. anyways check on yall mans mental this morning 😘
You gotta stay away from people that know they be doing fucked up shit to you .. then be trying to play you like you crazy or doing too much when you acknowledge shit
Real pain is sitting down and crying about yourself, about your life, about how everything just doesn’t feel okay anymore. It’s not always about one person or one specific thing. Sometimes it’s the weight of everything piling up at once, the exhaustion, the disappointment, the things you never say, and the version of yourself you barely recognize anymore. You cry because you’re tired of pretending you’re fine, and for a moment, there’s nothing left to do but let yourself feel it all.
Maybe one day you’ll realise how hard it was for me from my perspective. Maybe one day you’ll understand that there was more going on beneath the surface than what you could see. Some of my silence was pain. Some of my distance was exhaustion. Some of my mistakes came from trying to survive things I didn’t know how to talk about. I know I didn’t always handle things perfectly, but I was carrying things I didn’t always have the words for. I never wanted sympathy. I just wanted understanding. Maybe one day, you’ll see my side of the story too and realise I was never trying to make things harder. I was just trying to survive things you couldn’t see.
i’m so big on communication, i love addressing elephants in the room , i love healthy confrontation like yes let’s talk about it just don’t talk over me or raise your voice and give me time to collect my words. i’m always down to communicate
Nobody on this earth has to ever fake kick it with me. I’ll stand alone before I allow myself to believe snakes are the same as people that actually fwu 🥨