02/10/2026
"You look at her and you assume she has had an easy life because she still says “please” and “thank you”, because she still gives people space to be human. After all, she still keeps her voice steady even when she is being pushed. You mistake composure for comfort. You mistake manners for weakness. You do not realise that what you are seeing is not softness that has never been tested, but restraint that has been earned the hard way.
You do not know how much it takes for her to stay modest after people have emptied her out. Not in one dramatic moment, but slowly, greedily, the way some people take a little more each time and call it normal. They took the warmth she offered, the patience she stretched, the forgiveness she handed over, and they treated it like an endless supply. Then they left her to tidy up the mess of what they did, as if her heart was simply another place they could visit, use, and abandon without consequence.
You have never watched someone keep her head bowed, not out of shame, but out of discipline, while her pride is choking on everything she chose not to say. You have never seen a woman swallow her anger because she refused to become loud and careless just to prove that she was hurt. People think humility is natural for her. They do not see that it is a decision she makes again and again, especially on the days when being kind feels like dragging herself across glass.
You do not know what it does to a woman when the people she would have defended with her whole life turn around and change on her. One minute she is “the best thing that ever happened”, the next she is “too much”, “too intense”, “too emotional”, “too difficult”. Not because she changed, but because she stopped making it easy to take from her. They wanted the version of her that stayed quiet and useful. They did not want the version of her that started to ask for the same care she kept giving.
You do not understand how humiliating it is to realise she was loyal to people who were only loyal to their own convenience. She showed up when it mattered. She answered calls at stupid hours. She held secrets, carried burdens, and made excuses for behaviour she should have walked away from. Then the minute she needed steadiness, they acted as if she was demanding. They called her “dramatic” when she finally admitted she was tired. They called her “cold” when she stopped offering access to her peace.
She learnt that betrayal does not always arrive with shouting and slammed doors. Sometimes it arrives with a smile and a calm voice. Sometimes it arrives with silence. Sometimes it arrives as “I did not mean it like that” and “you are overthinking”. Sometimes it arrives as people rewriting the story so they can keep their image clean, even if it stains her name. They will make her sound unreasonable simply because she refused to keep accepting what was hurting her.
And still, she moves with love in her hands. That is the part you cannot understand. She does not move with love because she is unaware of what people are capable of. She moves with love because she has seen it up close and she refuses to become a mirror of it. She refuses to let her pain give her permission to be careless with others. That takes a kind of strength most people do not respect, because it does not look like a fight. It looks like self-control.
Do you know how hard it is to keep your heart clean when life keeps testing it like it wants you to fail? Every time you try again, someone takes it as an invitation to try you? When you start to wonder if the world only rewards hardness, punishes gentleness, and laughs at sincerity? She has stood on the edge of turning cold more times than she admits. Not because she wanted to, but because she was tired of being treated like her goodness was there to be used.
She has cried in places you would not expect. Quietly. With her face turned away so no one could see it. She has had to learn how to breathe through disappointment and still turn up to work, still handle responsibilities, still smile at the people who did not earn it but would punish her for not performing “fine”. Some days she felt like she was carrying herself by habit alone, because her spirit was exhausted from being treated like she was replaceable by those who begged for her presence at the start.
She is finished watching people switch on her after she gave them everything she could without losing herself completely. She is finished begging for basic respect. She is finished explaining why honesty matters, why loyalty matters, why words matter, and why actions matter. She has learnt that some people do not misunderstand you. They understand you perfectly. They simply do not care, and they rely on your patience to protect them from consequences.
But do not confuse her boundaries with bitterness. She is not trying to punish anyone. She is trying to protect what is left of her. She is trying to keep her character intact in a world that keeps inviting her to become someone she would not recognise. She is trying to remain the kind of woman who can look at herself in the mirror without flinching, even if it means walking away from people she once would have bled for.
She is genuine in a way that costs her. She does not pretend. She does not flatter. She does not offer affection as a tool. When she cares, it is real. When she gives, it has weight. That is why the disappointment hit her so hard, because she never treated people like they were disposable, yet she was treated exactly like that. Her love was not casual, so the loss was never casual either.
So if you see her still being respectful, still being considerate, still choosing to do the right thing when no one is watching, understand what you are witnessing. You are watching a woman who has been tried, drained, and left alone with the consequences, yet she refuses to become cruel just because cruelty was shown to her. She promised herself a long time ago that nobody would be allowed to buy her goodness with pain. And even when her eyes look tired, even when her voice shakes behind the calm, she keeps that promise—because her heart is the one thing she will not hand over for anyone else to ruin."
-Steve De'lano Garcia
Art: Pinterest
Sacred Divine Feminine
