I’m done looking for love that was clearly never there to begin with.

I’m done explaining my choices.

I’m done trying to earn approval and hoping others like me.

I’m done pressuring myself to write or pressuring myself to stop.

I’m done expecting anyone other than God Himself to save me.

I’m done giving people God status. They are human, just like me.

I’m done letting my kids (or anyone else) tell me how to parent.

I’m done listening to the lies and accusations that I’m not a good one.

I’m done filtering my doneness. (That’s a real word, I looked it up).

I’m done trying to prove my love to people. Either they receive it or they don’t.

I’m done trying to do everything on my own.

I’m done looking for other things to make me happy.

I’m done. This is me, this is now.