Words, whether from abusers or supporters, have built the foundations beneath my feet. Each one has shaped the steps I’ve taken to stand where I am today. I’ve learned that when someone speaks from a healthy frame of mind, cruelty doesn’t spill from their lips. The harsh words I’ve endured were born from pain, confusion, and unhealed wounds.
When I weigh the words I carry, I look to their source. Were they spoken from health or hurt? This understanding lets me assign value where it belongs—truth to the healthy, compassion to the wounded, and rejection to the untrue. Ultimately, it’s me, the real me—the one no one else will ever fully see—who decides what those words mean for my identity.
This practice helps me stay Nobody, free from the weight of others’ judgments, while learning more about the person I know myself to be or want to become.