Some people are mad at you not because you did something wrong, but because you didn't collapse the way they hoped you would. They waited for your silence to turn into misery, for your strength to fade, for your smile to disappear. They wanted to see you crawling back, broken, begging for peace you already found within yourself. But you healed in silence. You rose when they counted you out. You turned your pain into power, and that's what burns them the most. They can't stand that you're unbothered, that you glow differently now, that you've learned to move with grace while they're still stuck in bitterness. May God keep blessing you so beautifully that your peace becomes their biggest disappointment.