26/05/2025
Last week - I got ghosted.
No closure. No conversation. Just silence where there used to be potential.
And for a hot minute, I felt like it was me.
The fact that I walk different, that by some standards I'm not 'normal'
Too much. Too deep. Too forward.
Cue: spiraling thoughts, re-reading messages, and the urge to shrink.
But here's what I actually did:
🔥 I spoke to my friends, the ones who don’t sugarcoat.
They reminded me: Being ghosted isn’t a reflection of my worth - it’s a reflection of their communication style. And I’m not available for emotional unavailability anymore.
🔥I deleted the dating apps.
Not in a meltdown, but in a quiet reclaiming of my peace.
If something felt off, I listened. I stopped chasing attention and started tuning into my nervous system instead.
🔥 I sat with the discomfort instead of numbing it.
No bypassing. No overworking. Just letting the ache be there.
Because regulating your nervous system isn't about not feeling - it's about staying with yourself while you do.
🔥 I asked myself the real question:
Did I actually want him, did I enjoy the way he made me feel… or just the feeling of being chosen?
That one stung. But it set me free.
This season is about being radically honest with myself, about what I want, what I’ll tolerate, and how I show up for me..
So yeah, I got ghosted. But I didn’t abandon myself.
That’s the win. That's the growth I once dreamed to achieve.