Shift, Store, & Solo Ride

Functional depression is real. You still wake up and handle your responsibilities. You go to work. You show up for people. You laugh when you’re supposed to. You keep everything moving like nothing is wrong. From the outside, you look fine. But inside, you’re exhausted. You’re holding everyone else together while quietly struggling to hold yourself together. You keep pushing through the day, even when your mind feels heavy and your energy feels drained. Because sometimes survival doesn’t look like falling apart. Sometimes it looks like functioning… while silently fighting battles no one else can see.

This is the time when I have come to learn about letting go of things I have no control over and leaving everything else in the hands of God. Whatever God has for me will stay, while whatever He takes away, I know I will not lose out. This is the time when I am done trying to force everything into my life.

God has been preparing something for you, but you have to be willing to step into it. 🖤

it's weird because the old me would always beg and try to make things work.

You spent so long holding onto the version of him you wanted to believe in.

You replayed the good moments, told yourself it wasn't always bad, reminded yourself why you stayed.

But then something shifted at the end. The mask dropped completely, and the disrespect was so sharp, so cold, that it canceled out everything that came before it.

It wasn't just one comment or one act. It was the clarity that this was always underneath, waiting to surface when you were no longer useful.

All the effort you put in, all the grace you extended, all the times you tried to make it work suddenly felt like they were never even seen. He didn't care then, and the way he treated you at the end proved he never really did.

That moment wasn't the exception. It was the truth finally showing itself without the performance.

You thought you'd feel devastated, and maybe part of you did..

But mostly, you felt done.

Not angry. Not confused. Just done.

Because once you see someone treat you with that level of contempt after everything you gave, there's no going back. The illusion breaks, and you can't unsee what was always there.

You don't need to convince yourself anymore.
You don't need to defend the good times or justify why you stayed as long as you did.

The disrespect told you everything..

And walking away became the only response that made sense.

"All stress was fully covered."

i am not an angry woman...

i know i overthink s**t but i also know i'm not stupid.

Forever the girl who needs to stay busy just to be okay.

January tested me, but it didn't break me.

Did you know?🤞