I don’t care.

I used to care about everything.

What people thought of me.

If I said the wrong thing.

If someone didn’t like me.

If I was good enough, smart enough, pretty enough, strong enough.

I cared so much that it felt like I was constantly carrying other people’s opinions on my back. Every look, every comment, every silence—it all weighed on me.

I bent over backward to keep the peace, to be liked, to make sure nobody was uncomfortable. I was the fixer, the peacemaker, the one who couldn’t rest unless everyone else was okay.

But here’s the truth: it was killing me.

It stole my joy. It made me small. It kept me trapped in a prison of perfection and approval.

And one day, I woke up and realized:

I don’t care.

I don’t care if they think I’m too loud, too quiet, too much, or not enough.

I don’t care if someone rolls their eyes when I choose what’s right for me.

I don’t care if my boundaries make them uncomfortable.

Because I finally understand—caring about the wrong things is what was breaking me.

This isn’t about being cold or unkind. It’s about being free. Free to live without the weight of everyone else’s expectations. Free to breathe without apologizing for taking up space.

I still care deeply about love, about truth, about showing up as my best self.

I care about my family, my friends, and the people who bring light to my life.

But the rest?

I don’t care.

And that feels like the most beautiful relief.

So if you’re tired of breaking yourself to keep everyone else whole, let me whisper this to you:

It’s okay to stop caring about the things that don’t matter.

It’s okay to choose you.

It’s okay to be free.

Say it with me—

I don’t care.

-🦩