Unfiltered & Still Standing
I have learned to be grateful for how life shows me things early, especially when I walk into a room full of people.
Before I get entangled in their cycle…
before I let myself loosen enough to be trampled…
somehow, they reveal themselves.
Their truest colors leak out and that’s grace. Because I am a pure heart.
With so much love to give. And it’s not my fault that the ones I looked up to refused to see that.
Gone are the days when I stood at the door of every relationship, holding a script of explanations, why I did this, why I didn’t do that. I am done explaining myself to people who were committed to misunderstanding me from the start.
I have seen betrayal from people I trusted. I have seen unworthiness in people I loved. I have seen the cracks in those I admired, reminding me gently where my gaze should have been fixed all along. I have been vulnerable with people, shared my heart, only to watch them turn my pain into casual gist. Into newsletters of drama I never subscribed to.
So what do I do?
I rise.
Fiercely.
Independently.
Bravely.
And above all, obediently to the call to keep going.
I once lost control and stood up for myself.
I thought I was doing something brave.
But they couldn’t handle being served on the plate they prepared.
So I became the villain in their eyes.
That's fine.
Because here lies the truth:
If you depend too much on people,
you will fall flat with no backup.
If you try to please everyone,
you might as well lay yourself down and disappear completely.
So, I say this now, to myself and to anyone reading this:
π Be kind to yourself.
π Be loyal to your own healing.
π Love you first.
Because in the end, the world doesn’t see your breakdowns.
They only see what you did wrong.
So please, give yourself the permission to be kind.
To breathe. To be bold. To begin again.
If this speaks to you, stay with me in this space.
I’m exploring every emotion: unspoken, unfiltered, and finally free.
HerMixedMuse

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If my words echoed your heart,
then grace was in the sharing.
We’re not alone in this walk.
– HerMixedMuse