06/15/2026
I used to think being loved meant constantly pouring from myself. More patience. More understanding. More forgiveness. More chances. I kept handing pieces of my light to people who admired how brightly I glowed… while quietly draining the very thing they claimed to love about me.
And the strangest part? Some people will praise your warmth while becoming the reason you feel exhausted.
It took me a long time to realize love should not feel like survival. Real connections water your spirit back. They do not leave you emotionally dehydrated while calling it loyalty.
These days, I protect my energy differently. Not because I became cold… but because I finally understood that some souls are only attracted to light they have no intention of nurturing. ✨