29/12/2024
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It Ends With Us
It ends with us.
The cycle, the pain, the silence passed down like inheritance.
The unspoken rules we never questioned.
It ends with us.
Not with excuses.
Not with âthatâs just how they are.â
Not with âbut thatâs familyâ or âbut thatâs love.â
No.
It ends when we stop lying to ourselves.
It ends when we stop mistaking pain for patience.
It ends when we finally look in the mirror with a heart that have finally had enough and say,
âI deserve better.â
It ends with us â
the ones whoâve been told to "be quiet,"
the ones whoâve been taught to "be strong"
until "strong" started feeling like a life sentence.
But strength isn't how long you can hold on
Strength is knowing when to let go.
They told us to endure.
They called it âloveâ when it drained us dry.
They called it âloyaltyâ when it left us hollow.
They called it "tradition" when it chained us to suffering.
They told us, âThatâs just how it is.â
But no one told us that âhow it isâ
isn't always how it has to be.
No more.
No more calling dysfunction "family."
No more staying in places that make our souls shrink.
No more smiling through broken teeth,
just to avoid being called "difficult."
No more calling it ârespectâ when itâs really control.
no more glorifying suffering as proof of devotion.
No more calling it âloveâ when it leaves bruises
â on your heart, on your mind, on your soul.
No more clinging to things that ask for all of us,
but offer nothing in return.
No more sacrificing ourselves to prove weâre "good people."
Because guess what?
"Good people" get used.
"Good people" get blamed.
"Good people" get left behind
the moment they have nothing left to give.
It ends with us.
With choosing peace over people.
With walking away from tables where love feels like a performance.
With unlearning the lie that suffering means youâre strong.
Call it what it is â
damage.
Iâm tired of being strong.
I want to be free.
No more passing down survival guides to the next generation
for battles they should never have to fight.
No more raising daughters to "endure" and calling it "patience."
No more teaching sons to "be tough"
when all it does is turn them into men afraid to feel.
No more telling people,
"Thatâs just how it is."
No, itâs not.
Thatâs just how itâs been.
But it ends with us.
No more swallowing our ânoâ
just to keep the peace.
Peace that costs me my sanity
No more apologizing for boundaries.
No more apologies for existing too loudly.
No more second chances for people who weaponize our kindness.
No more "being the bigger person"
when the smaller person keeps stomping on you.
If protecting my peace makes me "cold,"
then let me be ice.
If choosing myself makes me "selfish,"
then call me greedy.
Because I will no longer live my life
trying to be small enough to fit in everyone elseâs box.
It ends with us.
With teaching our daughters that love should feel like safety, not sacrifice.
With showing our sons that softness is not a flaw.
With raising children who know that love does not live
where fear does.
No more telling them to "just be patient, theyâll change."
No, if they wanted to change,
they would have changed the first time they hurt you.
Weâll tell them,
"If they loved you, they wouldnât ask you to wait for basic respect."
We've seen them beg for the love that was supposed to be freely given.
Weâve heard them say,
"But they love me, they just have a hard way of showing it."
No.
Love is not supposed to be hard to recognize.
If you have to decode it,
it's not love â it's control.
Weâre not here to keep quiet anymore.
Not here to keep the peace
when the peace costs our sanity.
Not here to "make it work" with people who refuse to grow.
If you canât meet me in healing,
you can stay where you are.
If love requires me to shrink,
it is not love.
If "family" means swallowing my voice,
then Iâd rather sit at a table alone.
It ends with us.
With the courage to say,
"I donât care how long itâs been this way â
Iâm done."
Done being the peacemaker when no one makes peace for me.
Done excusing red flags just because Iâve seen them before.
Familiar pain is still pain.
It doesnât hurt less just because you know its name.
It ends with us.
With knowing that blood isnât thicker than boundaries.
With understanding that love without respect
is just another prison,
and I was not born to live behind bars â
not even the pretty, invisible ones.
It ends with us.
With women walking away from men
who only know how to love with their fists or their silence.
With men unlearning the lie that tears are "weakness."
With children who will grow up knowing
they donât have to "earn" love by suffering for it.
With people who will not apologize
for saving themselves.
This is the generation that says,
âNO MORE!.â
No more breaking ourselves to keep others whole.
No more believing that loyalty means losing yourself.
No more turning away when we see injustice,
just because itâs ânot our placeâ to speak.
If I see it, Iâll name it.
If itâs wrong, Iâll call it.
If itâs hurting me, I will leave.
Theyâll call us heartless for having a backbone.
Let them.
Theyâll say weâre selfish.
Let them.
Theyâll say weâve changed.
Good.
That was the whole point.
Theyâll say weâre âforgetting where we came from.â
No, weâre just refusing to stay there.
Theyâll say, âYou think youâre better than us now.â
No, I just think I deserve better than this.
And I do.
So do you.
Iâd rather be called names
than live in a house made of broken glass,
cutting myself every day just to keep everyone else comfortable.
It ends with us.
With walking away from relationships that only take,
even if it means walking alone.
With breaking cycles we didnât create,
even if it means disappointing the people we love.
With choosing peace over people who only bring war.
It ends with us.
Because weâre not afraid to be "the villain" in their story
if it means being the HERO in ours.
Because no child of mine will inherit my silence.
Because no version of me will be left behind in pieces.
This is where it ends.
The generational curses dressed up as "culture."
The suffering disguised as love.
The loyalty that tastes like poison.
The cycle of "this is how itâs always been."
No, it isnât.
Not anymore.
It ends with us
And this time,
it stays ended.
It ends with us.
Not because itâs easy.
Not because weâre stronger than the ones who came before.
But because we finally see it.
The cycles.
The patterns.
The red flags dressed as roses.
Not anymore.
We see it now.
We see it for what it is,
and we refuse to let it continue.
It ends with us.
Not with silence.
Not with patience.
But with rage if necessary.
With a roar if needed.
Because if we donât end it,
it will pass itself down to our children.
And Iâll be damned if I hand them the same wounds Iâve been trying to heal from.
It ends with us.
With breaking free from people who only loved us
when we were easy to control.
With choosing to be "alone" over being used.
With letting go of the fear that weâll be "unlovable" without them.
We are lovable.
Weâve always been lovable.
They just made us think we werenât
so weâd stay.
It ends with us.
Because survival is not enough anymore.
I donât want to just survive.
I want to live.
I want joy that doesnât come with conditions.
I want love that doesnât demand my silence.
I want to exist without having to earn it.
Theyâll say,
"Youâll regret it.â
But Iâve learned the only regret
is staying longer than you should have.
And Iâve stayed long enough.
It ends with us.
With women who leave.
With men who heal.
With children who grow up knowing that love is not a battle,
not a punishment,
not a prize you have to win.
It ends with us.
Right here. Right now.
No more passing it on.
No more carrying it forward.
No more accepting it just because itâs familiar.
It ends with us.
And this time,
it stays ended
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