People talk about love languages like they’re fixed categories: words of affirmation, acts of service, gifts, quality time, physical touch. Cute. But me? I’ve unlocked a new one: blocking. Because nothing says “I love myself” more than protecting my energy at all costs.
Blocking is my way of affirming my worth. It’s the act of service I give to my mental health. It’s the gift of silence, the quality time I reclaim for myself, and the physical act of removing toxicity from my orbit. Tell me that’s not a love language.
When I block, I’m not shutting down connection, I’m choosing a better one with myself. I’m reminding myself that I don’t have to entertain every ping, every message, every demand on my time. Love isn’t just about giving; it’s about guarding. And if you can’t respect me, you don’t get access to me. Simple as that.
So yes, I’ll block unapologetically. Because the greatest love story I’ll ever live is the one where I choose me, every single time.
Final Thought: My block button is proof that self-love speaks loudest in silence.
Disclaimer: This is metaphor, not therapy. Blocking is a tool, not a universal cure.
 
				 
												
					 
											 
																	 
																	 
																	