Black Women Meditate

14/02/2026

14/02/2026

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I’ll never forget how people mocked me
and talked about me while I was going through things that nearly destroyed me.

I wasn’t being dramatic.
I wasn’t exaggerating.
I was barely holding myself together.

And what hurts most
are the ones who said they loved me.

They knew.
They saw the cracks forming.
They watched me unravel in slow motion.

They knew I was breaking.

And still, they chose ridicule over compassion.
Silence over support.
Judgment over kindness.

That kind of cruelty cuts differently.

Because when strangers are unkind, you expect it.

But when love witnesses your pain and decides it’s entertainment, something inside you changes.

You stop feeling safe.
You stop explaining yourself.
You stop believing people will show up when it matters.

You learn a hard truth early.

Not everyone who says they love you knows how to love you.

Not everyone who stays close has your best interest at heart.

And yes, time moves on.
Life keeps going.

But that lesson stays with you.

It teaches you discernment.
It teaches you boundaries.
It teaches you to be careful about who gets access to your most vulnerable moments.

If this is your story, hear this clearly.

You weren’t weak for struggling.
You weren’t wrong for needing help.
And you didn’t deserve to be ridiculed while you were trying to survive.

The fact that you’re still here
after being broken in front of people who chose not to care
says more about your strength
than their cruelty ever will.

And one day, if it hasn’t happened already,
you’ll stop asking why they did it.

Because the answer will be obvious.

They didn’t have the capacity for compassion.
And that was never your fault.

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