Repeat after me:

This is not my shame to carry.

This is not my shame to carry.

I was not abandoned because I was too much, or not good enough, or too messy, but because someone else was too small.

It's not about my worth.

That was not who I am.

I know who I am.

I will not be broken by someone so emotionally immature and lacking in self-awareness.

I've wasted enough of my life chasing after those who don't value me, and I will not waste any more of it.

Unexplained silence is not space.

It's not processing.

It is punishment.

It is neglect.

It is emotional violence—traumatising, brutal, and devastating—that broke my nervous system and sent me into woke darkness for days.

I've had enough.