The You Who Survives This

You lose nothing when you walk away from someone who treats you like you’re nothing.

I wish someone had told me that earlier, not in the cute, motivational way people post online, but in the real, gut-deep way that only makes sense after you’ve lived through it. After you’ve given too many chances. After you’ve apologized for things that weren’t yours to carry. After you’ve been the only one fighting for something the other person never even bothered to show up to.

Walking away is never glamorous. It doesn’t feel empowering at first. It doesn’t feel like “choosing yourself” or “knowing your worth.” It feels like fucking grief. It is grief. Feel it. 

Feel yourself collapsing inside. Mourn the future you built out of hope instead of their actual behaviour. When you stay in the loneliness instead of running back to the familiar, you learn this:

You lose nothing when you walk away from someone who treats you like you’re nothing.

All you lose is the version of yourself who kept shrinking to make the relationship work. And that version of you… she deserves to be released.

Because it’s heartbreaking, painfully, humiliatingly heartbreaking, to realize you offered someone the softest parts of yourself while they barely offered you the bare minimum. You kept overthinking while they didn’t think at all. You kept imagining their potential while they stayed exactly the same. You kept accepting crumbs while convincing yourself it was a meal.

And somehow the moment you finally walk away feels like the moment they should’ve changed.
But they won’t. They couldn’t meet you halfway when you were standing right in front of them.

Leaving someone like that isn’t a loss. It’s a return, a slow, painful, necessary return to yourself.

And I know it hurts. Trust me i know. I know the nights feel heavier. The silence feels sharper. The world feels unfair, like you’re being punished for choosing yourself.

But hear me when I say this:

You will feel alive again. You won’t be  the same, you will be wiser. Steadier. Stronger.

There is a version of you that exists on the other side of this heartbreak, and she is nothing like the girl who begged for love from someone who could barely give it.

She’s softer in the right ways and tougher in the right ways. She trusts herself again. She doesn’t negotiate her worth. She doesn’t chase potential. She doesn’t settle for crumbs. She doesn’t fold herself in half just to be tolerated.

The you who survives this is worth waiting for. You will be proud to meet her, I promise.

So if you’ve walked away recently and everything feels like it’s falling apart, please know: only the parts that were never meant for you are breaking. What is real and truly yours is still on its way.

And when it arrives, you’ll look back and realize you never lost anything by leaving what could never love you right. You only made room for what could.