The morning I woke up and Just Didn’t Give a Toss Anymore!

You know that feeling when you wake up and realise — you actually don’t care anymore? Not even a little bit. It’s not anger, it’s not sadness. It’s just… nothing. Peace. Clarity. Freedom.

That happened to me the other morning. I opened my eyes, had a little stretch, and suddenly it clicked — I’m done thinking about my ex. The one who was emotionally unavailable, dismissive, avoidant — always keeping me at arm’s length like affection was a threat. You know the type.

I happened to see them the other day, from afar. Same old energy. Still emotionally stunted. Still walking headfirst into chaos like it’s a lifestyle. Nothing’s changed — not a single ounce of growth. And the person they’ve ended up with? Exactly the kind of partner who won’t call them out, won’t challenge them, won’t push them to evolve.

And honestly? I laughed.

Because I know how that story ends. You can’t dodge your own damage forever. When you run from growth, when you choose comfort over connection, when you fear depth — you suffer. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but it always catches up with you.

Meanwhile, me? I’m free. Done. No second thoughts. No late-night spirals. No more wondering if they’ll ever “get it” or come back a changed person. That fantasy’s dead and buried.

They’re still stuck. I moved on.

And the best part? I didn’t even have to do anything dramatic. Just focused on healing. Levelled up quietly. And now I can look back and genuinely feel nothing but gratitude that it’s over.

So here’s to really being over it. Not pretending. Not half-hearted detachment. Real, effortless, ‘don’t even cross my mind anymore’ freedom.

And it feels bloody brilliant.