So your ex had the audacity, the nerve and the lack of sense to text you,
“Baby I’m in jail.”
And now they want you to save them like you’re a whole SWAT team and a public defender in one. Well baby, in the words of Madea…….
“I don’t do jail. I do Jesus… and even He got boundaries!”
"You have been criticising yourself for years and it hasn’t worked. Try approving of yourself and see what happens." – Louise Hay
Far too many of us spend our energy chasing the bare minimum in relationships—romantic, familial or platonic. We shrink, second-guess our worth and find ourselves begging for time, affection or presence. But these are not signs of love—they are echoes of unhealed wounds. And though this pattern may not be your fault, it is now your responsibility to begin healing.
From a neuroscience perspective, our experiences of abandonment or emotional neglect deeply shape how our brain interprets safety and love. The amygdala, our emotional alarm system, becomes overactive when we perceive rejection. Over time, we begin to equate worth with struggle. But Louise Hay taught us a radical truth: we can rewire these beliefs…
Whew chile! Now you KNOW this one’s gonna ruffle a few feathers and stir a few chuckles too…
Imagine this: You’re minding your peaceful, unbothered business—glowing, growing, sipping your herbal tea—and outta nowhere, a message pops up from your ex. And not just any message… but one of those messages: “Hey, I got someone better than you.”
Now see… in the past, that might’ve sent you spiralling. But not today, boo. Today, you're evolved. You're healed(ish). You're grounded in peace… or at least petty with purpose.
This post isn’t about revenge. It’s about reclaiming your power, laughing through what used to hurt, and remembering that closure doesn't come from them—it comes from within. But sometimes, it also comes in a sharp, three-word clapback that leaves no room for replies.
“Now, baby, I love you, but we ain’t doin’ no cryin’ over somebody who got the emotional intelligence of a toaster oven. Uh-uh! No ma’am! Wipe them tears and listen up.”
First of all, you won. You hear me? You WON! This fool thought they was playin’ chess while you was just livin’ life, and now they sittin’ there confused ‘cause you packed up your self-respect and walked smooth out that game. That’s what I call a mic drop moment!
