Drugs

used to think losing someone meant I failed to keep them.


But now I see that sometimes, love is not about holding tighter — it’s about learning when to loosen your grip.


I gave pieces of myself to people who only showed up for the warmth, never the storm.


I tried to explain my silence to those who were too loud to listen.


And in the end, I realized — not everyone can meet you where your heart lives.





There’s a certain kind of peace that comes when you stop chasing closure.


When you stop replaying what-ifs and start accepting what was.


Healing doesn’t mean forgetting. It means remembering without bleeding.


It means forgiving yourself for staying too long in places where you were never meant to fit.





These days, I move differently. I don’t beg for love. I don’t over-explain my worth.


My energy is expensive, and not everyone can afford access anymore.


Call it cold if you want — but I call it clarity.


Because when you’ve been burned enough times, you learn that protecting your peace is not being heartless.


It’s finally learning how to love yourself louder than the noise around you.”