11/25/2025
I’ve lived all of this. The releasing. The rupture. The grief that shows up in waves when you finally stop carrying relationships that were built on your silence. It’s disorienting at first.
You start to wonder if you’re the villain because the old story plays on a loop in your head. Be smaller. Be easier. Be agreeable. Do not disturb the system. Don’t abandon family.
But when you stop performing and choose peace over approval, something shifts.
Some people surprise you. They step up. They meet you. They grow beside you because your boundary was the invitation they didn’t know they needed.
And others fall away. Not because you abandoned them, but because you stopped abandoning yourself.
There is grief in all of it.
Grief for who you were.
Grief for what you tolerated.
Grief for the roles you played to keep the peace.
But the space that opens afterward is real. That’s where the aligned people arrive. The soul family who will hold your hand and spend hours having complex heartfelt conversations, cheerlead and fu***ng champion your growth.
The ones who make you wonder why you ever accepted anything less.
It always comes back around.
And it always gets better once you trust yourself enough to let go.