I Didn't Heal to Be Nice About It.

 

Look. Healing isn’t some quiet, soft, Zen thing for me. If you’re waiting for me to meditate through everything, Nope. It doesn't work like that for me.

Healing for me meant becoming the badass I always knew I was deep down. Badass in the sense that I finally say what I feel. I stand on it. I trust it.

Healing for me was about finding calm when I needed it, but also being the storm when I had to be. It wasn’t about becoming soft. It was about finally choosing peace for myself, no matter how I had to show up. Now, I demand peace on my own terms, and yeah—it’s not always pretty.

For the longest time, I tried to be the one who kept things cool, kept everyone happy, kept things quiet. But that wasn't peace. That was survival. I didn’t come this far just to keep surviving.

Healing made me stand my ground, speak my truth, and refuse to take shit from anyone. I’m not here to be nice. I’m not here to tiptoe around people’s feelings. I’m here to exist fully, unapologetically, and without guilt. If that bothers you, I’m not sorry.

As I always say, "Don't be mad at me because my spirit disturbs your demons!"

If you’ve been through your own storm, know this: You don’t owe anyone a version of yourself that fits their comfort. I’m healing, loud and proud. Join me for the ride, or keep watching from the sidelines. Either way, I’m moving forward.




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