I change my mindset quietly.
There is no single moment where it happens. No sharp turn or dramatic decision I can point to later and say that was it. It settles instead, slow and deliberate, like a weight finding its proper place. Something heavy that finally stops shifting and lets everything else align around it.
I stop pretending this will fade.
I stop framing it as an anomaly or a phase or something that will resolve itself if I just stay alert long enough. That lie had been comforting in a way I did not want to admit. Comforting because it allowed distance. Because it meant I could treat this as temporary, as something happening to me rather than something aimed at me.
It had also been dangerous.
This is intentional. Targeted. Chosen.
Once I let that truth in, everything else re
