My Dear Me

“From her silence, I found my voice. From her wounds, I learned to heal.” ~ DD

My Dear Me

It’s time to keep my voice.
No more silence, no more fading away.
I’ve been the fire that’s burned so bright,
But I’m done putting out my own light.

I’ve given, until there was nothing left.
And now it’s time to take back what’s mine.
No more walking in shadows,
No more hiding behind the stories
I let others define.

I see you—my dear Me, I really do.
And I’ve felt their energy—
That heavy, clingy weight
That was never mine to carry.
Their pain, their need—projected on me like a mirror.
But I don’t have to hold it anymore.

I read their energy.
Even when their words say something else.
Eyes may smile, but energy never lies.
It speaks in whispers and thunder,
Even when they don’t know I’m listening.

Sometimes, their darkness clouds the view—
But I feel it. Always.
I know when they project.
When they try to pull me into their storm.
But, my dear Me,
That’s not your battle anymore.

I’m not here to rescue the world
While forgetting myself in the process.
I’m still learning how to rescue me.
So I step back.
I choose my peace.

I’m no longer the emotional container
They can pour into without limit.
I protect my space.
And if they don’t understand—
That’s theirs to carry, not mine.

I don’t need their approval,
Their pity, or their validation.
I have my own.
I am my own safe space now.
No more emptying myself out
For those who never filled the cup back up.

So, my dear Me—
I stand here: strong, clear, and grounded.
And if they can’t handle the boundary,
That’s not my problem.
It’s theirs to face.

I will not let their energy contaminate mine anymore.

Keep your voice.
Keep your peace.
You deserve that.
And when I step away, I rise—
Not in spite of the silence,
But because of it.

I chose me.
And that will always be enough.

DD