You Will Never Be Me!

It’s not the first time this has happened and it probably won’t be the last.

The feeling always arrives the same way: a sharp twist in the gut before the mind can name it. That silent alarm that whispers, “Something’s off.”

But because we’re human, hopeful, kind, wanting to believe the best, we quiet the warning and give trust instead.

And then the truth unfolds, just as intuition promised it would.

Someone reveals their true colours.

Someone takes what you created, what you poured late nights, tearsn̈, laughter, and soul into and tries to make it their own.

At first it stings. The hurt runs deep, because it’s not just about the work.

It’s the betrayal.

It’s seeing generosity turned into imitation.

It’s the echo of your energy being mirrored back to you by hands that never helped build it.

But after the sting comes clarity and with it, power.

Because when I step back, I see the truth: every success, every order, every ritual, every idea that grew into something beautiful came from me.

From my intuition.

From the nights I nearly gave up but didn’t.

From the kind of resilience that can’t be replicated.

That’s what authenticity is, creation born from experience, not envy.

Having a dream and knowing that the only person you ever need to compete with is yourself.

Because there is no other me in this world!

Yes, people can copy the aesthetics, the tone, the words, but something will always be off. You can’t fake energy. You can’t duplicate presence.

And so, I remind myself again:

Other people’s opinions of me are none of my business.

Focusing on what happens in their lane only steals precious time from my own. And time is sacred. I’ve wasted too much of it already, in jobs that drained me, in circles that dimmed me, in people who only ever took.

Not anymore.

I’m done bending myself to fit timelines and expectations that aren’t mine.

I’m done apologising for outgrowing places that can’t meet me where I am.

I refuse to do anything that doesn’t align with the person I’m becoming, because alignment isn’t luck, it’s choice.

And there’s room for us all.

Each of us has potential, dreams, ideas uniquely our own. Some need guidance to reach them and there’s no shame in that, but that guidance should never come through theft or imitation.

So I won’t name names. I won’t lower my vibration.

Those who abused my trust already know who they are and so does the universe.

That’s all the justice I need.

I release every energetic tie to those who have drained me, emotionally, spiritually, creatively.

You hold no power here.

You will never be me.

May you find your own voice, your own creative outlet, your own sense of self.

Because I have mine and I’m not giving it away again.

                           — ✦ —

I stand rooted in truth and guided by spirit.

What is mine flows to me with ease, untouched by imitation or envy.

I release all cords not born of love,

and walk forward free, protected, creative, and whole.