25/02/2026
𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬 …
There comes a point in your life where you genuinely just… couldn’t give a f**k anymore 🤣
Not in a bitter way. Not in a “burn it all down” way. Just in a
“I am no longer abandoning myself to make everyone else happy first” kinda way.
I got so used to over-explaining, over-accommodating, overthinking, over-excusing and over-functioning.
Now I am learning, I’ve had a whole epiphany and the lightbulb has come on…
If it feels off, I step back. If it’s inconsistent, I detach.
If I have to shrink to keep it, I don’t want it.
It’s not coldness.
It’s simply my nervous system exhaustion turning into standards. When you haven’t felt safe in many ways, time and time again, of course there will come a time when you say enough is enough. Why am I accepting crumbs? Why am I over-delivering? Why am I accepting s**tty behaviour?
I will not argue to be understood anymore.
I will not chase energy that’s lukewarm.
And I definitely will not perform softness where it isn’t respected.
Motherhood changes you. Heartbreak changes you.
Healing changes you.
At some point you realise peace is sexier than chaos.
So if I seem quieter, less available, less reactive…
It’s not that I don’t care.
It’s just that I finally care about myself more.
And honestly?
That stage is undefeated. Underrated and been a long time coming. 🙏👏🏻✨
Make of it what you will, but I know myself, I know my heart, I know I am the whole table and don’t need to sleep on myself, I don’t need to worry about narratives that simply aren’t true, and have only been curated to demonise me for someone else’s lack. Ya gal, is good. I just forgot how good I was for a hot minute.
**kwithyou **ks selfworth
