They say do not stop giving, but what they really mean is do not stop giving to me.
They hide behind prayers and pretty words.. “Stay kind, stay generous” , but it is just emotional blackmail dressed in blessings, a damn trap to bleed me dry.
They want the version of me that bleeds quietly, that serves without asking, that forgets her own needs so they can feel chosen.
But here is the thing, my kindness was never consent, never permission, never weakness.
My love is not a faucet you control when it suits you.
And my boundaries are not up for negotiation, baby, they are cemented barricades built from every time I was drained, every time I swallowed pain to feed your convenience.
You say I have changed?
Damn right I have.
I got tired of playing savior to people who worship their own convenience, parasites masquerading as angels.
I am no longer feeding mouths that bite, or hearts that take and never pour back.
So if my silence offends you, choke on it.
If my peace feels distant, that is because it is mine now.
I do not owe anyone my exhaustion, not even if they wrap their greed in GOD’s name.
The devil does not always show up with horns, sometimes it shows up with “I am just praying you stay the same.”
But I am not staying the same. I refuse too.
I am done being drained in the name of decency, done being everyone’s safety net while my own soul hangs by a thread.
This version of me?
She still gives, but never to the hands that twist her light into obligation.
I am gatvol. I am fire. I am done.
You want my energy, my heart, my time?
Go earn it.
Stop pretending that my exhaustion is your playground.
Stop acting like my kindness is currency for your convenience.
I am not your backup, your free therapy, or your emotional pit stop.
Touch me with manipulation again, and I will burn that bridge while walking away with my crown on.
I do not bend, I do not break, I do not apologize for choosing myself.
Not now.. Never again!!!
Stop praying I stay the same. Start thanking God I finally woke up.”