Choosing What Is Real
- Maleika Rene'
- 8 hours ago
- 4 min read
Releasing what no longer aligns with my ascension.
There comes a point on the journey where your spirit gets tired of translating inconsistency into potential.
Where your heart can no longer take half-effort, surface-level exchanges, or connections built more on convenience.
And if I’m being honest…
I am there.
Again.
But this time, I am not grieving it the same.
This time, I am seeing it clearly.
This season of my life has been teaching me something I did not want to keep learning through disappointment:
every connection is not meant to go with you.
And even deeper than that…
every soul that enters your space is not entering with the same intentions you are.
That truth can be painful when you are someone who loves deeply.
When you are someone who shows up fully.
When you are someone who feels people beyond their words.
Because when you move through life with sincerity, you often assume sincerity in others.
And that assumption…
that hope…
that grace…
can cost you.
I have had to admit something to myself.
A lot of what I thought were friendships…
were not friendships at all.
Some were seasonal.
Some were transactional.
Some were rooted in proximity, access, convenience, curiosity, or emotional consumption.
And some people…
if I am telling the whole truth…
only came close enough to receive.
To pull.
To absorb.
To take what they needed from my light,
my softness,
my wisdom,
my presence,
my emotional labor…
and then disappear into their own lives carrying pieces of me I should have never handed over so freely.
That realization does something to you.
It humbles you.
It hurts.
It exhausts you.
And if you are not careful, it can make you question your own capacity to connect.
But I do not believe this season is asking me to become closed.
I believe it is asking me to become clear.
Clear about what I allow.
Clear about what I deserve.
Clear about what is no longer welcome here.
Because protecting my peace is not just about silence, candles, boundaries, baths, or solitude.
Sometimes protecting your peace looks like telling yourself the truth.
The truth that some people only know how to meet you at the surface.
The truth that some people like your energy more than they like your humanity.
The truth that some people are drawn to your depth but do not have the capacity, emotional maturity, or intention to honor it.
And that is not bitterness.
That is discernment.
That is growth.
That is my life audit.
No more room for “maybe.”
Not in love.
Not in friendship.
Not in community.
Not in emotional intimacy.
Not in the sacred spaces of my becoming.
I am no longer making room for people who are unsure about me,
unclear with me,
inconsistent around me,
or casually connected to me while I am showing up with sincerity.
No.
This next chapter requires more than chemistry.
More than conversation.
More than occasional check-ins.
More than aesthetic alignment.
More than shared wounds pretending to be intimacy.
I need what is real.
I need what is intentional.
I need what is reciprocal.
I need connections that are deeply felt and consistently nurtured.
Connections where I do not have to wonder.
Connections where effort is mutual.
Connections where care is not performative.
Connections where presence is not temporary.
Connections where I am not carrying the emotional weight of the relationship by myself.
Because I have done enough of that.
And if I am honest…
I am depleted.
Not broken.
Not defeated.
But depleted.
Depleted from overextending grace where there was no true capacity.
Depleted from hoping depth would eventually be returned.
Depleted from reading meaning into things that were never rooted enough to hold me.
And yet…
somehow…
I am stronger than ever.
Because there is a different kind of power that comes when you stop begging life to keep what was only meant to pass through.
There is liberation in saying:
this does not belong in my next chapter.
Even when it disappoints you.
Even when it leaves you with less people.
Even when it confirms what your spirit had already been whispering.
The Full Moon is almost here.
And I can feel it.
That sacred pull.
That emotional unraveling.
That cosmic invitation to release what has quietly been draining me.
And maybe that is what this moment is.
A shedding.
A soul-level exhale.
A return to self.
A reclaiming.
A decision to stop making homes out of emotionally unstable spaces.
A decision to stop calling it “understanding” when I am actually over-accommodating.
A decision to stop shrinking my needs just to keep people comfortable in my life.
This season is asking me to become more honest about the energy I allow in.
And I am answering.
With love.
With clarity.
With grief, if needed.
But also with peace.
Because everybody is not meant for your journey.
And that is not a punishment.
That is protection.
Some people are only meant to pass by.
Some people are mirrors.
Some people are lessons.
Some people are reminders.
Some people are interruptions.
And some people…
if we are lucky…
are home.
And in this chapter of my life,
I am no longer available for anything that does not feel like truth.
I am choosing what is real.
Even if it means choosing less.
Even if it means choosing solitude for a while.
Even if it means walking lighter, quieter, and more protected than before.
Because I have learned:
not everything that enters your life is aligned with your ascension.
And I owe it to myself—
to my healing,
to my peace,
to my spirit,
to the woman I am becoming—
to stop carrying what was never meant to rise with me.
So here I am.
Releasing.
Realigning.
Returning.
Making room only for what is intentional, authentic, reciprocal, and deeply felt.
And this time…
I mean it.
No more room for maybe.
Only room for
absolutely.
Affirmation
I release what drains me.
I make room for what is real.
I am no longer available for misalignment.
I choose depth.
I choose reciprocity.
I choose peace.
I choose what is truly for me.
XOXO 💋
Maleika René
March 30, 2026
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