I’m Not Sorry. I Just Grew.

We’re taught that being kind means being small.
That if we ask for what we need—or worse, say no—we’re being difficult.
So we say sorry.

Sorry I’m late.
Sorry I’m tired.
Sorry for having boundaries.
Sorry for saying no.
Sorry for existing in a way that disrupts what someone else expected.

I said sorry so many times I forgot what I was even apologizing for.

But eventually, the word didn’t fit anymore.
I started saying thank you for waiting instead of sorry I’m late.
I started saying no and letting that be the sentence.
I started showing up in my fullness—not shrinking to make others comfortable.

And you know what?
I lost a few people.
But I found myself.

This post isn’t about never saying sorry again.
It’s about recognizing when you’ve been taught to apologize for being human.
And deciding: I’m done with that.