Finally Choosing Me

For a long time, I was angry with myself. Not the kind of anger that explodes, but the kind that simmers under the surface, quiet, constant and corrosive. I was mad that I wasted so much time, that I sidelined my own dreams, my voice, and my well-being for the sake of others. I was mad that I habitually placed everyone else’s needs before my own, convinced that this was what made me a good person. I took on problems that were never mine to carry, absorbing stress that didn’t belong to me. I put up with passive-aggressive behavior from people who played no real role in my life and sadly, some that do. Why? Out of fear of rocking the boat. I bit my tongue more times than I could count, letting my truth go unspoken so others could stay comfortable, and for what? Approval? Peace? To avoid conflict?

Now, things are different. I’m done holding back.

I speak up. I say what I feel, what I think, what I need, without wrapping it in ribbons. It might sound blunt, and sure, some might call it rude, but I no longer care. I’m finally doing ME, and it feels like freedom.

This shift isn’t about becoming selfish. It’s about balance. It's about reclaiming time, space, and energy that were always mine to begin with. It’s about understanding that self-sacrifice isn’t the same as kindness, and silence doesn’t equal strength.

So here I am; unapologetically honest, direct, and choosing myself; not because I don’t care about others, but because I finally care about me.

This is me. Unapologetically.