Walk Out The Door.™ 🚪

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✨ I Left Because My Spirit Said No ✨

🗣️ Mi dignidad no está en venta.

I was working at a school. Teaching. Helping future professionals get licensed and find their rhythm. Real supportive, real intentional. The kind of “doing the most” that comes from love... and maybe a little trauma response.

But behind my back?

  • Whispers.
  • Side-eyes.
  • Conversations I wasn’t invited to—but was definitely starring in. 🎭

Team members. Students. Some folks I had just helped that morning.

So I did what any recovering people-pleaser trying to practice nervous system safety would do:
I named it.

I said: “This is gossip. This is harmful.”
Brought in someone else to back it up too—because receipts are spiritual these days.

A few days later, I stood in that same space, and I told the truth.
No drama. Just tears.

“I’m leaving. I know something’s been happening behind closed doors. And I value myself enough not to stay where my intention to uplift is being misunderstood or misused.”

People asked me to stay.
But I’d already stayed too long in places that didn’t love me well.
So I left.

Not out of rage—out of reverence.
For myself.

🐍 This is what healing looks like:

  • Saying no without a 10-slide PowerPoint explaining why
  • Leaving before you're a puddle on the floor
  • Not proving your worth—just protecting it
  • Crying and still walking out with your head (and heart) high

💡 For all of us who learned to survive by being nice, needed, or invisible:

We’re allowed to walk away—even if our voice shakes.
We’re allowed to choose self-respect over optics.
We don’t owe anyone the version of us that can endure anything.

Sometimes healing looks like tears in your eyes and keys in your hand.

🕊️ Mi dignidad no está en venta. Mi labor merece respeto.™
✨ Sometimes the most spiritual thing we can do is leave quietly and not explain a damn thing.™

🌕 Ready for your own energetic upgrade?

Healing is not passive. Sometimes, it looks like walking out the door.

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