There are seasons in life when you do not need an enemy to feel wounded. A few words are enough. A dismissive tone. A constant draining presence. A relationship that leaves you doubting your own mind. Some people do not enter your life like storms. They enter like slow leaks, and one day you realize your peace has been quietly emptied out. What makes this harder is that negativity is rarely just outside us. It begins to settle inside. You replay conversations. You question your worth. You carry someone else’s bitterness like dust on your skin. And after a while, the real prayer is not “remove them from my life” but “help me return to myself.”
