The Freedom of Breaking Free from Abel
Breaking free from Abel is not just leaving a man—it is reclaiming my soul.
For so long, I was tangled in his web. Abel is not love, he is hunger. His presence is a contract of quiet destruction, feeding on what is vibrant and alive in others until they are emptied out. I did not see it at first, because I wanted to believe in the story he told me. But predators wrap their lies in poetry, and they dress their hunger as devotion.
The truth is, there is no devotion—only extraction.
Walking away from Abel has been the purest act of self-rescue. I didn’t just end a relationship; I stepped out of a prison I didn’t even realize I was in. My mind feels lighter, my heart stronger. There is air in my lungs again. I am no longer bending myself into shapes that please him or make his world easier at the expense of my own.
Freedom is this: to feel my energy flow back into me, to watch the color return to my spirit, to see myself in the mirror and recognize the woman looking back.
Abel no longer has access to me—my body, my thoughts, my dreams, or my light. And that is the greatest victory.
Breaking free from him is not the end of my story. It is the beginning of the truest chapter I have ever lived.
