I’m Not Sorry

Today, I didn’t sugarcoat my words.
I didn’t fake a smile.
I didn’t over-explain myself or cushion the truth to make someone else more comfortable.

And I’m not sorry about it.

I’ve spent too many years walking on eggshells, trying to keep the peace. I’ve twisted myself into silence for the sake of other people’s feelings — even when mine were breaking. I’ve softened my truth just to avoid being labeled “too much,” “too cold,” or “not nice enough.”

But here’s what I’ve learned: survival taught me bluntness. Trauma taught me boundaries. And healing taught me that I don’t owe anyone the watered-down version of me.

Especially not today.

Today, I didn’t have the emotional energy to hold space for anyone else’s drama. I didn’t feel the need to defend my choices or offer sympathy to someone who once thrived on my pain. I wasn’t cold — I was honest. I wasn’t rude — I was real. And if that felt harsh to someone, maybe it’s because they’re not used to seeing this version of me: the one who’s done shrinking.

I am allowed to take up space — unapologetically. I am allowed to protect my energy. I am allowed to say, “That’s not my problem,” and walk away. That doesn’t make me bitter. That doesn’t make me mean.

It makes me honest. It makes me free.

So if you’re reading this and you had a day like mine — where you didn’t show up smiling and over-extending — let me tell you: you’re not a bad person. You’re just a person who’s tired of carrying weight that was never yours to begin with.

Sometimes healing looks like softness. Other times, it looks like nope, not today.

And both are valid.
Both are strong.
Both are you becoming whole.

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