It took me years…and countless tears…to understand this.
We all inherit behaviors, coping mechanisms, and stories. But at some point, we become the authors of our own patterns. We are given opportunities to look inward, to break cycles, to choose differently.
And when we don’t… that, too, is a choice.
It’s heartbreaking to watch people we love remain in loops of toxicity, to see them refuse the mirror, to deny the healing that could change everything. But I’ve learned that detachment doesn’t mean indifference…It means no longer abandoning myself to save someone who isn’t choosing to be saved.
I hold compassion from afar. I grieve. I release. And I continue choosing new patterns…ones that honor my growth, my peace, and my truth.
Sometimes the kindest thing we can do is step back and allow someone their own path, even when it’s shadowed with pain or resistance to growth.
Love and blessings,
Wendy
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