Living in a society where prioritising your wellbeing is demonised and demanding you self-abandon for the sake of others comfort is interesting, because it’s “virtuous” when you sacrifice to the extent of sabotage but it’s “selfish” when you acknowledge your limitations and decide to choose yourself. You’re the villain in someone’s story because they tell the part where they’re a victim to how you reacted but always omit their actions that prompted the reaction they received.
I’ve spent so much for my time concerned with the wellbeing of others that I completely neglected myself in the process, but thanks to therapy, support workshops and developing a healthier relationship with my being, no more will I prioritise anyone who treats me like an afterthought. I’m not “matching energy”, I’m not “getting back” at anyone.
I’m choosing me because at the end of the day, the only person with the power to change the circumstances of my situation IS me. This is my life, my story, and I dictate how I want each chapter to go. And the more I pour into myself while remaining kind to others, the more the universe blesses me. Recognising your capacity and recharging doesn’t make anyone selfish or self-centred, it’s human and necessary.
I refuse to self-abandon and self-sabotage for society’s idea of a “good person” because it’s more than your actions that determine your character, it’s your heart, soul and the intention behind it. I’ve never been one to care about image because I know who I am and what I strive to achieve; in my life and how I want to positively impact others. Everything I do is for me and me alone, and if choosing me makes me selfish, so be it.
