26/05/2025
Last week - I got ghosted.
No closure. No conversation. Just silence where there used to be potential.
And for a hot minute, I felt like it was me.
The fact that I walk different, that by some standards I'm not 'normal'
Too much. Too deep. Too forward.
Cue: spiraling thoughts, re-reading messages, and the urge to shrink.
But here's what I actually did:
đĽ I spoke to my friends, the ones who donât sugarcoat.
They reminded me: Being ghosted isnât a reflection of my worth - itâs a reflection of their communication style. And Iâm not available for emotional unavailability anymore.
đĽI deleted the dating apps.
Not in a meltdown, but in a quiet reclaiming of my peace.
If something felt off, I listened. I stopped chasing attention and started tuning into my nervous system instead.
đĽ I sat with the discomfort instead of numbing it.
No bypassing. No overworking. Just letting the ache be there.
Because regulating your nervous system isn't about not feeling - it's about staying with yourself while you do.
đĽ I asked myself the real question:
Did I actually want him, did I enjoy the way he made me feel⌠or just the feeling of being chosen?
That one stung. But it set me free.
This season is about being radically honest with myself, about what I want, what Iâll tolerate, and how I show up for me..
So yeah, I got ghosted. But I didnât abandon myself.
Thatâs the win. That's the growth I once dreamed to achieve.