The Group Chat Don't Get the Real Me, And That's Intentional

Let’s just start with the obvious:

I’m not hiding. I’m healing.

I’m evolving.

And I’m not offering front row seats to everyone anymore.

The group chat doesn’t get the real me

Not out of fear. Not out of shame.

But out of protection and peace.

I’ve played the role of the fixer.

The strong one.

The one people lean on when life falls apart.

The muscle behind the scenes and the calm in everyone else’s storm.

But here’s the truth nobody wants to admit:

Not all prayer is good prayer.

Not all love is safe.

And not everyone who claps for you is happy you’re winning.

It took me years to realize that just because I love someone…

doesn’t mean they hold the same space for me.

Some love me.

Some tolerate me,

And some envy the peace I had to fight like hell for.

So I move different now.

In silence.

With intention.

With boundaries.

I celebrate my wins in private

I cry my tears in sacred spaces.

I share my stories with people who show up in real life, not just when it’s convenient to repost or react.

I still share deeply.

But only with my village.

The ones who show up.

Who pour in.

Who match energy and effort.

Who love without conditions.

Social media will have you thinking your life should be loud, visible, and viral.

But I’ve learned the best version of me isn’t broadcasted.

She’s sacred.

Soft

Selective.

So no.

The group chat doesn’t get the real me.

But the right ones… Oh, they know exactly who I am.