I wasn’t always this way. Once, I was soft—open, trusting, the kind of person who believed in the good in everyone. But life? Life has a way of ripping that from you, one heartbreak, one betrayal, one catastrophe at a time.
Hell didn’t come politely knocking on my door—it blew the whole damn thing off its hinges and dragged me down, kicking and screaming. It burned everything I thought I knew, leaving me stranded in the ashes. No one came to save me. No one reached out a hand. I had to crawl out of that darkness alone.
Every time I thought I couldn’t take another step, I made one. Every time I thought I was done, I fought harder. It wasn’t pretty—it was raw, messy, and painful. But piece by piece, I rebuilt myself. I didn’t rebuild the way I used to be; that person is long gone. I forged myself into something stronger, harder, untouchable. Fire didn’t destroy me—it transformed me.
That kind of hurt changes you. It teaches you to survive, but it also teaches you to protect what you’ve earned. My peace is sacred now. I guard it fiercely because I know how much it cost me. My gates are locked, not out of hate, but out of necessity. Not everyone deserves a key.
If you come into my life, come with love. Come with truth. Come with light. Don’t bring your chaos or your lies, because I won’t let it in. I’ve fought too hard to reclaim my space, my sanity, and my soul to give it away to someone who doesn’t value it.
So, if you knock on my door, you’d better mean it. Bring warmth, bring kindness, bring something real. Because I’m not cold—I’m forged in fire. And if you don’t know how to handle that kind of heat, don’t even bother.
🫰🫂🫖 - JustRealTea
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