No More Amends

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I used to think strength was in apologizing — in rushing to smooth over the wreckage, in forgiving before the dust even settled. I thought it made me noble. Truth is, it made me weak. Every unnecessary apology was a quiet confession that my pain didn’t matter, that my boundaries were for sale. Every premature forgiveness was me handing the knife back to the same hands that cut me.

Learning not to apologize for existing was the first time I felt real control. Refusing to forgive people who weren’t sorry — who would burn me again the second I got close — wasn’t bitterness, it was survival. Addiction fed on my guilt and my need to be liked. Sobriety fed on my refusal to give either away.

There’s a freedom in not apologizing for being here. There’s a clarity in not forgiving what was done to you just so the room feels more comfortable. I’m not here to make peace with everyone. I’m here to protect the part of me that almost didn’t survive. Some bridges need to stay burned. Some locks need to stay changed. And the only amends I owe are to myself for all the times I handed over my peace just to keep someone else warm.

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