This week, I made a hard but necessary decision: I blocked my aunts on my phone. Not out of anger, not out of spite—but out of self-preservation.
Grief has a way of stripping everything down to the truth. And the truth is, I am doing the best I can. I am adjusting to a new internship, working two jobs, grieving my father, and trying to show up for myself and others in the midst of it all. The weight is real, and I am human.
Yesterday, I had a moment of emotional overflow. I felt seen and supported by my siblings, and that mattered more than I can explain. Just having someone listen when your heart is tired can make all the difference.
Family conflict—especially in the wake of loss—can feel like a thousand sharp edges. But I have learned that I do not have to keep touching the knife to prove I care. Sometimes love looks like space. Sometimes peace looks like silence. And sometimes, growth means stepping back, even when others do not understand.
I am not shutting the door forever. I am simply choosing not to stand in the crossfire while trying to heal. Until we receive more clarity, I am letting this situation sit where it is. No more chasing closure. No more explaining myself to people committed to misunderstanding me.
To anyone else navigating family tensions while grieving, let me say this:
You are allowed to protect your peace.
You are allowed to pause conversations that hurt more than they help.
And you are allowed to take care of you, even if others think that makes you selfish.
I am learning—slowly, imperfectly—that boundaries are not walls. They are doors I get to open when and if I feel safe.
And right now, mine is closed.
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