A message to myself about breaking cycles.
You didn’t imagine it. The silence. The shift. The slow unraveling of what once felt safe. You saw the signs. You named the truth. Even when it cost you comfort. Even when it broke your heart in places no one else could see. You stayed. Not for love. Not for trust. But for peace— for the kind that children need to sleep without fear. You gave. Not because you were weak. But because you were strong enough to choose dignity over destruction. You don’t owe anyone your silence. You don’t owe anyone your softness when they’ve weaponized it. You owe yourself a life that feels honest. A space that feels safe. A future that isn’t built on pretending. You didn’t break the family. You broke the cycle. And that is a legacy worth keeping.