I used to think being understanding meant tolerating confusion. Being patient meant waiting longer. Being loving meant giving more. Being strong meant carrying it all.

Now I know better.

Understanding doesn’t require self-abandonment. Patience doesn’t mean pausing your own life. Love doesn’t ask you to shrink. And strength isn’t suffering in silence.

These days, I’m still soft. Still loving. Still open.

Just no longer available for nonsense. Healing didn’t make me bitter. It made me wise, with better taste. 😏💛