But now? Now you see it. Now you know. And once you wake up, once you step into the truth of what really happened, you can’t go back to sleep. You’re no longer part of their story; you’re writing your own. What they offered you wasn’t love—not the kind that builds, uplifts, or shelters. No, it was shallow, hollow—a performance meant to prop up their own fragile ego, even if it meant crushing yours in the process. They didn’t cherish you; they used you like a mirror they could polish for their own reflection while slowly convincing you that your shine came from them. But it didn’t. It never did.
And if right now you’re standing in that in-between space—still healing, still unsure, still trying to find your footing—that’s all right. You don’t have to rush this. You don’t have to have all the answers just yet. Healing isn’t a race; it’s arising, one slow, sacred step at a time. Listen closely: when you step into your light, into your knowing, you start seeing things for what they truly are—people, patterns, the weight of energy. Suddenly, it’s clear. You begin to recognize the fakes, the takers—the ones who come smiling with open arms but leave you empty. And now you’ve got discernment, a sharpness of spirit. That’s your armor.
Because there are people out there, more than you might expect, who live to drain—parasites of joy, predators of softness—and they’ll come around again. Maybe with sweeter words, maybe with a different mask, but you’ll see through it this time. You’ve been in the storm; you remember the rain.
So to those who carry deep empathy, those who feel the room shift before words are spoken: you are not weak. You are chosen. And chosen doesn’t mean flawless; it means called, marked, held, protected. There’s someone out there meant to walk this next chapter with you. Not perfect, no, but real—someone who’s known what it feels like to be broken too. And when your paths cross, there’ll be something sacred in that meeting—a healing that doesn’t demand but offers, not control but compassion, not illusion but truth.
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