09/12/2025
You Get What You Tolerate
There comes a moment when we must stop lying to ourselves. Not the lies we tell the world, but the quiet ones we whisper in the dark, the ones we hope will stay buried.
We love to praise tolerance. But the most dangerous tolerance is what we allow in ourselves. The slow, silent permission we give to our own suffering.
We tolerate our anger, the anger we refuse to name, even as it burns the people we love.
We tolerate our loneliness, woven into our days until it feels like a personality.
We tolerate our sorrow, old, familiar, heavy.
And then we wonder why life feels tight, airless, unkind.
Here’s the truth: what we tolerate becomes our life.
Many of us have shaped our entire existence around old wounds we’ve never dared to face.
Not seeking therapy when we know something in us is breaking isn’t strength. It isn’t humility. It isn’t grace.
It’s delusion.
Because our pain doesn’t stay contained. It spills into our tone, our choices, our relationships. The people closest to us feel the weight of the things we refuse to confront.
But we were not born to tolerate our own undoing.
Healing begins the moment we tell the truth about what hurts — and allow someone to walk with us toward something better.
So ask yourself:
What am I tolerating that is quietly unraveling me?
And who might I become if I finally stopped?
You get what you tolerate.
And you deserve far more than a life built from pain.