22/12/2025
Closures only upset those who realise they can no longer manipulate you.
As I wind down the year that has been very gracious to me a truth comes with razor clear clarity that 2020–2025 has been my best years.
Also my worst.
And most definitely, my most transformative years.
These were the years that stripped me bare — of illusions, people, patterns, versions of myself that survived on approval and over-giving. The years that forced uncomfortable pauses, brutal truths, and long conversations with my own shadow, and higher self.
I lost things I thought I couldn’t live without. Looking at attachments and detachments within and outside of me. I let people reveal themselves, and some did.
I gained a deeply loving relationship with myself I will never abandon again.
I learned that self-love isn’t candles and affirmations — it’s boundaries.
Self-acceptance isn’t softness alone — it’s accountability.
And independence isn’t loneliness — it’s freedom with discernment.
I stopped explaining.
I stopped shrinking.
I stopped reopening doors just because someone knocked louder.
Closure didn’t come from conversations.
It came from clarity.
And clarity is dangerous to anyone who benefited from your confusion.
Here’s to the years that broke me open, not down.
Here’s to choosing myself — fully, fiercely, finally.
Growth doesn’t ask for permission.
And neither do I.
Merry Christmas and a huge THANK YOU if you were part of my blessings✨️✨️😊😊
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