Let’s stop romanticizing reconciliation with people who ridiculed your pain. If they laughed when you were gasping for air—If they rolled their eye
Let’s stop romanticizing reconciliation with people who ridiculed your pain.
If they laughed when you were gasping for air—
If they rolled their eyes when you tried to explain the harm—
If they whispered about you when you finally spoke your truth—
Then no,
they do not deserve to be front row
to your healing.
They don’t get to walk beside the version of you that glows
if they only showed up to mock the version of you that bled.
Healing is sacred.
It is holy work.
It is not a performance.
It is not a second chance for people who failed you the first time.
You are not obligated to share your peace with those who fed off your pain.
You are not required to open your heart to those who tried to close it.
You don’t owe closure to cowards.
You don’t owe reunion to the wreckers.
Let this be the truth you rest in:
Not everyone deserves access to your healed self.
Especially those who couldn’t hold your hurting self with compassion.
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My healing is not a reunion tour. It is a rebirth.
I no longer perform wholeness for people who fed off my wounds.
I protect my peace like I once had to protect my survival.
Anyone who mocked my pain disqualified themselves from my joy.
Healing is mine. Private if I need it. Sacred by design.
