A love letter to the ones who needed to hear “you’re not crazy — they just treated you like shit.”
Let’s get something straight:
Not every post is meant for the peanut gallery sitting on their high horses, clutching their pearls while judging your every word. 😂🐴✨
They can sit up there and do absolutely nothing for the world — that’s their hobby.
But you?
You post for the ones fighting silent battles.
The ones who don’t comment, don’t like, don’t share — but read your words and breathe a little deeper.
The ones who are one shitty interaction away from giving up… until your message reminds them:
“No, you’re not the problem.
They were.”
Your posts aren’t meant to impress the masses.
They’re meant to reach the one person barely holding themselves together after being drained, manipulated, used, or dismissed by someone who never deserved their energy in the first place.
So yes — let’s be loud about it:
🔹 Fuck them for making you doubt your worth.
🔹 Fuck them for playing games with your heart like it was a toy.
🔹 Fuck them for thinking your kindness was a weakness.
🔹 And triple fuck anyone who tries to dim your shine after you worked this hard to glow again.
Because your kindness?
That’s a power most people will never have.
Your empathy?
Rare.
Your heart?
Untouchable.
And if one post — your post — gives someone the strength to keep going, to feel seen, to feel validated, or to finally choose themselves?
Baby, that’s purpose.
That’s impact.
That’s legacy.
So keep posting.
Keep speaking.
Keep healing out loud.
The ones who need you will always find you.
And the ones judging you from their imaginary throne?
They can stay bitter.
You’re too busy saving souls — including your own — one post at a time. 💛🔥
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