The Poison We Called Love: Reclaiming Ourselves After Toxic Bonds


There’s a kind of love that doesn’t heal it haunts.

It lingers in the bones long after it’s gone. The kind that makes you question if the fire you felt was passion or simply pain wearing a disguise.

For many of us, especially in our younger years, we’ve mistaken intensity for connection. We craved the high of being wanted so badly that we ignored the slow erosion of our own worth. We built homes inside other people’s chaos, and we called it love.

But toxic love isn’t about devotion it’s about control.

It’s the silent manipulation that twists your empathy into weakness. It’s the apology that comes too late. The cycle that feels like comfort because it’s familiar, not because it’s safe.

You stay because you remember the good moments, those brief flickers of warmth that convince you maybe it’ll be different this time.

You stay because the thought of leaving feels like losing yourself.

You stay because the addiction to intensity feels easier than the silence of healing.

But here’s the truth that no one tells you:

You can love someone deeply and still have to walk away.

You can want them with every part of you and still know that staying will destroy you.

And when you finally do leave ; when you take your heart, your body, your soul back from the wreckage , you meet yourself for the first time.

Raw. Trembling. Free.

You learn that your power was never in being chosen.

It was in choosing yourself.

That’s where the healing begins not in forgetting, but in remembering who you were before you gave your power away.

Remembering "YOU" are love fierce, divine, uncontainable.

So here’s to every woman who’s ever crawled her way out of a love that tried to cage her.

To every survivor who has learned that healing isn’t pretty, and self-worth isn’t always soft.

To every soul who realized that walking away isn’t weakness it’s a declaration:

“You will not break again.”

You are not what was done to you.

You are the storm that survived it. 🖤


If you’ve ever carried the scars of toxic love, you are not alone.