I'm not a cryer or a tattle tell, I'm just done here with the drama.

I’m Not a Cryer or a Tattletale—I'm Just Done

Lately, I’ve been feeling so much better—and I realized why. It’s because I haven’t spoken to my so-called best friend and her mean, cruel boyfriend. Their negativity, their drama, the way they treated me—it all left me feeling drained. But now that there’s space between us, it’s like I can finally breathe again.

The old me might’ve cried over it. Might’ve picked up the phone and called the Just People office to tell them what happened. But I didn’t do that. Not because I didn’t have a reason. Not because they didn’t deserve to be held accountable. But because in my book? That’s petty.

I’m not here to tattle. I’m not here to play games. I’m here to grow, to heal, and to protect my peace.

It’s not always easy to walk away from people who once meant something to you. But sometimes, the best thing you can do is let them go. I didn’t ask for the disrespect—but I am asking for better in my life from now on.

So if you’re holding onto people who bring you down, or if you’re afraid of what life will look like without them—know this: it might actually feel lighter. Brighter. Quieter in the best way.

And you might just find out who you really are without all the noise.

#PersonalGrowth #LettingGo #DisabilityAndHealing #SelfWorth #ProtectYourPeace                 

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