A Letter to the One Who Tried to Break Me

I know what you were trying to do. I saw it in the way you watched, in the way you lingered behind a screen, hoping I wouldn’t notice. You would try to hide, but sometimes you didn’t cover your tracks. You tried to bring your storm into my sunshine. You wanted me to feel what you were feeling-sad, bitter, lost.

But I didn’t.

You tried to project your pain onto me, hoping I’d crack under the weight of it. Maybe you thought if you threw enough negativity my way, I’d come undone. Maybe you believed if you poked hard enough at my peace, you’d find a piece of me that was as unhappy as you.

But you didn’t break me. You didn’t win.

You were hurting, I get that now, and instead of healing, you reached out to hurt someone else. I don’t know everything that you’ve been through, but I do know this: misery loves company, and I refused to be your company.

The truth is, I am happy. I am thriving. I have built a life filled with love, peace, and growth. And while you were watching my every move, trying to find cracks in my foundation, I was busy growing roots so deep that no storm could shake me.

I’m not angry at you anymore. Honestly, I feel sorry for you. Because while you were wasting your energy trying to bring me down, I was using mine to rise.

I was investing in my healing, surrounding myself with people who lift instead of drag, choosing joy over resentment, light over shadows.

You see, pain is a language, and I chose not to become fluent in yours. I chose to rewrite the narrative. I chose to be the author of my own peace.

There were moments, I won’t lie, where I felt the sting of your actions. But even in those moments, I chose not to let it define me. I used that pain as fuel, not as chains. I turned every attempt to tear me down into bricks I used to build my strength.

And now?

Now I look back not with bitterness, but with clarity. You taught me more about myself than you’ll ever know. You showed me that I can stand in the fire and not be burned. You proved to me that my light was too bright to be dimmed by shadows.

I hope one day you find the kind of healing that makes you stop needing to hurt others to feel better. I hope you learn to look inward, not outward, for peace. And I hope you realize that happiness isn’t something you can take from someone else, it’s something you have to build within yourself.

But as for me?

I’m good.

Better than good.

I’m free.

And nothing you did, or tried to do, changed that.

So let this be your reminder:

You don’t get to write the ending to my story.

You were only a chapter, and I’ve already turned the page.

Sincerely,

The One Who Refused to Fall