There are things you don’t understand, but with time, you realize that this person brought you a strange message—something about ego, about self-love. He says to you: “I can’t.” And you say: “You… not you.” The shock is bigger than the disappointment. Here is someone who escapes out of fear, not out of laziness. One driven by fear, not by failure. Someone moved by logic and illogic, stunned by your immensity. But even then, you don’t forgive, because you don’t understand.

You look at others and say: this is someone who has misunderstood me. You want to know how he sees things. Is it worse to hate me, or do you just not want someone like me? You’re not angry because he’s left, but because he didn’t fight to stay. He didn’t challenge mistakes, didn’t correct, didn’t try. He just disappeared.

You’re afraid of rejection. That’s why you also reject. You hide your flaws, trying to seem better. But inside, you don’t like yourself. Why don’t you grow from that? Why don’t you become someone you’re proud of, someone you’re not afraid others will see? Why don’t you stop acting like someone you hate? Why don’t you improve?

You ask: why do I ruin everything? Why do I overthink everything? Why am I so hard on myself? You want forgiveness, but don’t give it to yourself. You carry the burden of old words and broken hopes. You want clarity but don’t give yourself space to reflect. You want signs, but signs don’t show unless you see them.

Let me say this: if you’re in a life where others control you, you won’t be able to present a healthy model for behavior. If you suppress your emotions and thoughts, you’ll feel like you’re walking on shattered glass. Stop rehearsing pain. Let the past go. Think clearly. Focus on the present and your inner peace.

And remember—redesigning your story starts from within. Rewriting your role doesn’t need justification. It needs a choice. You are allowed to rebuild, to change, to rethink your standards.

A whisper you may not want to hear, but you must:

Don’t exceed your emotional limit.
You are not made to be constantly in control and composed.
Healing begins when your boundaries do.