The holiday season has always been a time of reflection for me. A pause. A deep breath. A chance to look back at where I’ve been, what I’ve survived, and how I’ve grown.
This season, I’m honoring myself.
I’m cherishing my heart.
I’m protecting my peace.
I’m remembering that the right connections won’t question my worth—they’ll recognize it.
I’ve grown out of toxic love.
Toxicity doesn’t attract me anymore.
Loyalty means everything to me. And once someone breaks trust, the space can no longer be safe. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. I’ve also learned the difference between how I see someone through my feelings—and the reality of who they actually are.
But the reality of who someone is… is found in what they consistently show you.
And once you remove those rose-colored lenses, you realize that the image of perfection you created wasn’t real at all—it was a broken lesson you needed to learn. A lesson meant to sharpen your discernment, not harden your heart.
At the end of the day, I view myself as a gift. Not because I’m perfect—but because I’m present.
I am a safe space.
I show up with love, intention, honesty, and growth. I bring light, laughter, depth, and care into the spaces I enter. I listen. I hold room for truth. I allow people to be themselves without judgment. I am thoughtful. I am evolving. I am learning how to give without losing myself.
Some people unwrap the gift gently.
Others never quite know what to do with it.
And that’s okay—because my value doesn’t depend on who receives me properly.
Here’s to being the gift and the safe place—and choosing spaces that treat me like one.
My Wish for You
My wish for you is healing and love.
I wish you real love—the kind that feels safe, reassuring, and solid.
Love that is patient.
Love that is kind.
Love that doesn’t make you anxious, confused, or unsure of where you stand.
I wish you the strength to recognize your worth—and the courage to release anything fake, toxic, or misaligned with who you’re becoming.
As for me?
I’m leaving everything that isn’t for me in 2025—gladly.
No guilt.
No second-guessing.
No shrinking.
Only peace.
Only truth.
Only love that knows how to meet me where I am.






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