📌 dive into my life episode 2 📌
edited on 1:29am - 15th mar, 2025
The past few weeks have unraveled me, piece by fragile piece. My world didn’t just shift—it crumbled. All because of one person’s reckless whim. Not once, but twice, they stripped me of the worth I built over two long years.
And I? I was blind. Blind to the towering, blaring, neon-red warning signs parading right in front of me. Instead, I gave—poured out every ounce of my best—while they sharpened their tongue to carve blame into my skin. Two years of rewriting history, painting themselves the victim.
I have begged the stars for mercy. Cried prayers into my pillow at ungodly hours, pleading for a way out. The side effects of hopelessness are cruel—they make you forget that dawn always comes.
Somewhere along the way, I became someone I swore I’d never be. I held onto something jagged, something haunting, something furious. And then, in the quiet of my storm, I whispered to myself—‘It’s time to let go.’
Rest easy, love. The people who truly care about you? They have waged wars in your name. They have torn through darkness to pull you into the light, weaving rainbows from the wreckage of your storm. They have made sure that, when the sun finally touches your face, you are ready to rise.
And now, the tunnel ends. Light floods in. The battlefield awaits, but this time, you are armored in gold. Take your place at the frontlines. Fight for the future that is yours alone.
Life sliced me deep, but even lemon cuts heal. Through the pain, I found my pulse again—one that beats for a path only God has carved for me.
It has been a week of new beginnings. A new battlefield. New faces. New possibilities. I am still learning which doors to walk through, which paths will carry me forward. But for the first time in a long time, I am looking ahead.
And to the one who made me bleed—may life deal you the cards you deserve. I wish you prosperity, truly. But I hold no space for you anymore. This is a farewell wrapped in steel. Do not cross my path again. Not now. Not ever. I only hope that as I write this, you are swimming—not sinking. Because I have always known—you have only just begun your descent into the dark.