• If you are just beginning to see it…
• I need to tell you something.

• There were years where I felt like I was losing my mind.
• Because suddenly, the world around me questioned my integrity.
• They stopped believing me.
• They ran when I spoke.

• Friends laughed.
• Family changed the subject.
• Some called me dramatic.
• Some called me dangerous.
• Some crazy, or weird.
• Some just… stopped calling.

• And you know what?
• The hardest part wasn’t even the mocking.
• It was sitting at dinner tables, smiling politely, pretending nothing was happening –
• just to hold on to a little bit of normalcy and familiarity.
• All while something inside me shattered….
• every single day, again and again.

• I tried to warn gently.
• I tried to ask questions softly.
• I tried to not sound “crazy.”
• I tiptoed around everyone until I was completely burnt out from pretending.

• Sometimes I failed.
• Sometimes I burned bridges with too much fire.
• Sometimes I withdrew because fighting for connection hurt more than being alone.

There were nights I lay in bed staring at the ceiling thinking: “These are my friends. My family. They’ve known my laugh, my fears, my whole history – how can they suddenly not trust my heart?”

• There were years without hugs.
• Without human warmth.
• Just distance stretching wider than any argument.
• Conversations that ended in silence.
• Days where I felt untethered from the people who once felt like home.
• And no – I didn’t wanted distance.
• I simply couldn’t unsee what I had seen.

• There were moments I hated everyone.
• Moments I wanted to scream.
• Moments I wanted to be wrong just so life would feel simple again.
• But I kept going. There was no way back.
• I had to be honest with myself.

• And slowly, the anger ran out of oxygen.
• It might have been justified… but it was suffocating me.
• It burned in my chest like heat with nowhere to go.

• Until I realized something brutal and freeing:
• The world didn’t owe me understanding.
• And I didn’t owe the world my resentment.
• So I did the hardest thing.
• I forgave.
• It hurt.
• It wasn’t fair.
• But I would not let the wound become my personality.

This kind of forgiveness wasn’t… graceful.
It was survival.
It was the moment I said:
“I’m not carrying this into who I’m becoming.”

So when you start seeing what I saw years ago…
You might feel anger.
You might feel betrayed.
You might think we’re cold.

We’re not.

We’re simply done burning.
We already walked through the rage.
We already screamed into the dark.
We already paid for this clarity… in sleep, in tears, in years.

• What you’re feeling now?
• We felt it too.
• We just stayed long enough for it to transform.

• And when you’re ready – really ready –
• I won’t say, “I told you.”
• I’ll say, “I know.”
• Because I do.

• I know what it feels like to have your worldview collapse.
• I know what it feels like to grieve people who are still alive.
• I know what it feels like to be called crazy for trusting your gut.

• And I know what it feels like to come out the other side…
• Clear.
• Grounded.
• Sovereign.
• Finally no longer owned by the wound.

• If you’re waking up now,
• I’m not here to shame you.
• I’m here to tell you:
• It will hurt.

• Let the anger move.
• Let the grief break you open.
• Let the illusions fall.
• And then – reclaim your power from it.

• Do it for you.
• Do it for the children.
• For humanity.

• Because the life on the other side of resentment is lighter than you can imagine.
• And when you get there…
• We’ll sit next to you.

With love.

~ Nordiqa