I’ve Been Too Kind, and It’s Destroying Me

I’ve spent so long forgiving people, even when they hurt me. I hid my anger, kept quiet, and tried to make everyone else’s peace more important than mine. I thought being a good person meant letting others’ actions ruin my life.

I was wrong. Being kind doesn’t mean tolerating harm. My sadness, anger, and pain are valid. Not everyone deserves my love, patience, or understanding. I’m learning to set boundaries finally realizing it’s okay to care for myself too.