The Freedom of Breaking Free from Diabel (August 15, 2025 Transylvania)

Breaking free from Diabel is not just leaving a man—it is reclaiming my soul.

For so long, I was tangled in his web. Diabel was never love; he was hunger. His presence was a quiet contract of destruction, feeding on what was vibrant and alive in me until I felt emptied out. I didn’t see it at first, because I wanted to believe in the story he told. Predators wrap their lies in poetry, dressing their hunger as devotion.

But the truth is, there is no devotion in him—only extraction.

Walking away from Diabel has been the purest act of self-rescue. I didn’t just end a relationship; I stepped out of a prison I hadn’t even known I was trapped 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.

This is what freedom feels like—standing in my own strength, breathing my own breath, and choosing myself without apology.