I've stopped inviting people who hurt me before, or those I know eventually will. My home is my safe space, not a testing ground for someone else's behavior. It's my sanctuary, my comfort zone, the one place I don't have to perform. Here, I get to exist freely, without overthinking words, moods, or reactions. Inviting people who hurt me inside feels like betraying myself quietly. My sacred space doesn't deserve old wounds walking back in casually like that. Energy shifts the moment the wrong people enter. The vibe changes, the air feels heavy, and peace starts slipping away, you can feel it. I protect my home now, because I deserve to feel good where I rest. Not everyone deserves access to my softness, my silence, or my safety. Some doors stay closed not out of anger, but out of deep self-care.