11/15/2025
I have changed in ways I never thought I could.
The person I was in that toxic relationship feels like a distant memory now, a version of me who tried too hard, loved too deeply, and lost herself in the process of trying to be enough for someone who never truly saw her worth.
I used to believe that if I just loved a little harder, stayed a little longer, or forgave a little more, things would get better. But all it did was drain me until I had nothing left to give.
I silenced my own pain to keep the peace, ignored the red flags just to hold onto the little pieces of love I was offered, and convinced myself that enduring the hurt was proof of my loyalty.
But somewhere along the way, something inside me shifted. I got tired of being the only one fighting for something that kept breaking me.
I started seeing the truth I had been running from, that love isn’t supposed to feel like constant confusion or fear. It’s not supposed to make you question your worth or walk on eggshells to avoid another argument.
Slowly, I began to rebuild myself. I learned that peace is more valuable than attention, that silence can be healing, and that walking away is not weakness but strength in its purest form.
Now, I no longer chase people who make me feel small. I no longer apologize for wanting respect, honesty, and stability. I have learned to sit with myself and find comfort in my own company.
📌I’m still healing, still learning, but I’m stronger, wiser, and more grounded than I’ve ever been. That toxic relationship may have broken parts of me, but it also awakened a version of me that refuses to settle for anything less than genuine love and peace.
I’ve changed, not because of them, but because I finally chose myself.🥰