Things I’m No Longer Explaining to Anyone

I am no longer explaining my choices to people who don’t live in my body, pay my bills, or deal with the consequences of my decisions.

I’m not explaining why I’m tired.

I’m not explaining why I said no.

I’m not explaining why I changed my mind, pulled back, or stopped showing up the way I used to.

The people who demand explanations are almost always the ones who benefited from my silence, my availability, or my discomfort.

I don’t owe clarity to people who never offered understanding.

I don’t owe access to people who only show up when it’s convenient.

And I sure as hell don’t owe politeness to people who confuse entitlement with closeness.

I used to think explaining myself made me mature. What it really made me was exhausted.

Now?

I choose peace over performance.

Boundaries over breakdowns.

And silence over overexertion.

If you’re confused by my distance, that’s your cue to reflect — not my job to clarify.

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Unhinged But Alive — I don’t explain myself anymore.