Never has my life ever been improved by sending a wall of text. Not. One. Time. Every time I’ve written the long paragraph, explained my feelings, clarified my intentions, defended myself or tried to make someone understand exactly why they hurt me. I usually just ended up feeling more exhausted. They just don’t want to understand. No perfectly worded message can create accountability, empathy, effort or emotional maturity in someone who doesn’t have it. I’m learning that peace doesn’t always come from finally saying everything. Sometimes it comes from realising I don’t need to explain myself anymore.