25/08/2025
I am the type of person who tolerates so many things until I reach my limit.
I stay quiet, I try to understand, I give people chances again and again. I believe in patience, in giving others the benefit of the doubt, in hoping that maybe they will change or realize how their actions affect me. But just because I stay silent doesn’t mean I don’t feel. I notice everything. I carry the weight of hurtful words, broken promises, careless actions inside me until it becomes too heavy to hold. I forgive more than I should, I accept apologies even when the same mistakes keep happening, I continue to love people even when they don’t always deserve it.
When I finally reach my limit, it’s not sudden, it’s the result of a long list of things I ignored, forgave, let go of for too long. And once I’m done, I’m truly done. There’s no going back, because by that point, my heart has already closed the door. People often mistake tolerance for weakness, but it is actually strength. It takes courage to hold back anger, to forgive, to choose peace over fights. But it also takes strength to know when enough is enough and when it’s time to walk away to protect my own peace.
So now, that’s who I am. I can bear a lot but I can’t bear disrespect forever. My silence is not approval, it’s patience. But once that patience runs out, I never look back again. 💗