06/11/2025
As I begin to embrace the energy of the approaching Full Moon 🌕, I chose to write an endless list of what I endured, to finally release it and give it its proper burial. To release the pain of the experience, and to honor the liberation that comes with it. With all that I realized the following:
I know now that love doesn’t have to hurt.
That my softness was never the problem, it was my silence.
That staying quiet to keep peace only created war inside me and abandonment.
I know now that I was not weak for hoping, forgiving, or trying again and again.
I was just yearning for something I didn’t yet know I could give myself.
Peace. Safety. Real love.
I know now that survival made me strong, but it also made me tired.
And for too long, I mistook endurance for worth.
But my worth was never tied to what I could carry for others.
Especially not those who refused to carry themselves.
I know now that I cannot heal someone who won’t even name their wounds.
That accountability and self-reflection is love. And a lack of it is not my burden to hold.
That emotional pain is real, but it’s never an excuse for abuse, control, manipulation and endless mind games.
I know now that narcissism hides in charm, punishing silence, blame, and denial.
And that healing begins the moment I stop explaining myself to those committed to misunderstanding me.
I know now that I am not broken.
I was bending toward people who never intended to meet me in the middle.
And now, I stand tall, not with bitterness, but with truth.
I know now that I deserve love that doesn’t ask me to disappear.
I know now that honoring myself isn’t selfish, it’s sacred.
And most of all, I know now that I will never again forget who I am.
Not for a promise. Not for a family. Not for anyone.
I AM DIVINE. I AM WORTHY. I AM LOVE. 🍓
