Walking away is my new language. Not silence out of weakness—but boundaries built with strength .

I no longer argue. No longer explain myself to those who’ve already decided not to understand. I simply step back. Remove myself from what drains me. From what disrespects me. From what demands my energy without ever offering return.

I used to fight for every connection. Used to defend my heart like it owed people an explanation for how it felt.

But now—I know better.

My peace matters more than proving a point.

My mental health deserves protection—even if that means leaving behind what once felt familiar.

Because silence isn’t surrender—it’s reclamation . A way to take back my power. To realign with my truth. To stop shrinking for people who never truly saw me.

Walking away isn’t giving up.

It’s growing the hell up.

It’s refusing to let my worth be measured by how much I can tolerate disrespect, drama, or neglect.

So I don’t engage.

I don’t chase closure.

I don’t stay where I’m tolerated instead of cherished.

And if protecting my peace means letting go—

I’ll walk away every single time.