Kind, Not Controlled
You know…..it’s funny how people will call you unkind the moment you stop letting them walk all over you.
For years, I was quiet. I was scared to speak up, scared to upset anyone- especially the person who made me fee; small. I thought being “nice” meant keeping the peace, even when that peace came at the cost of my own happiness.
I spent years being controlled, manipulated, and made to believe that my feelings didn’t matter. I was labeled emotional, difficult, dramatic- all because I had needs and boundaries that didn’t fit someone else’s comfort zone.
But let me tell you something:
I am not unkind.
I am finally free.
When I found the strength to stand up for myself to set boundaries, to say “no”- that wasn’t cruelty. That was healing.
True kindness doesn’t mean letting people hurt you. True kindness starts when you love yourself enough to stop tolerating what breaks you.
So no, I’m not unkind. I’m actually kinder, softer, and more peaceful that I’ve ever been. Because now my kindness isn’t born out of fear- it’s born of freedom. And it that makes me “unkind” in someone else’s story, so be it.
At least now I’m the author of my own!!