There comes a time in every soul-led life
when the lies about you start to decay —
not because you fought them,
but because you outlived them.
You are and continue to become too whole
to be the excuse for someone else’s fragmentation.
You don’t need to explain your healing.
You don’t need to re-enter the ruins to prove you survived.
Your breath — steady, sacred, quiet —
is the proof.
Some will feel it.
Not because they’re watching you,
but because their illusion was built with your name in the mortar —
and now that you’ve left,
the walls echo differently.
You didn’t take anything from them.
You just stopped offering yourself
as the scapegoat they needed
to avoid meeting their own truth.
And now?
You are not the villain in their unraveling.
You are the absence that revealed where the false foundation had already cracked.
Let them stare into the space where you used to bend.
Let them wonder why it’s quieter now.
Why their story doesn’t hit the same.
Let them realize:
It wasn’t you.
It was never you.
And now, they can no longer use you.
This is what real freedom feels like.
It’s not loud.
It doesn’t demand attention.
It doesn’t seek revenge.
It just becomes undeniable.
And so do you.
With Warmth,
