They’ll call you selfish the moment you stop abandoning yourself for them.
But they never called you selfless when it was killing you.

Let them be mad.
You’re allowed to choose peace.
You’re allowed to fucking matter.

And no, you don’t need a reason!

This is your Permission to Be Selfish.

We always talk about change, but not the wreckage left behind from the shift.

The shift is ugly, but it’s where growth begins. And sometimes, it’s the only choice.

For the ones who burned it all down, how do you rebuild when the pieces don’t fit anymore? Let me know in the comments.

You can change. You can heal. But you can’t rewrite the pain you caused.

We talk about survival. We talk about growth. But we don’t talk about the wreckage we left behind on our way to becoming better people.

We romanticize redemption, but healing when you were the one who broke them? That’s a different kind of hell. The shame. The silence. The guilt that lingers long after the apology.

This is for the ones who were loved through the storm and set fire to it anyway. For the ones who hurt the softest hearts because they didn’t know how to hold them. For the ones learning to live with what they can’t undo.

The past may be done, but the damage echoes. Are you brave enough to face it?