Written by Veil

When Peace Stops Working

Feb 28, Sat. 2026

Dear Diary,

I’ve always hated liars.
Along with bullies and haters.
Close-minded people with strong opinions.

I generally stay away from these kinds of people, keeping a wide berth when possible.

Following a Buddhist path, I learned not to chase or tolerate confrontation or violence.
It brings the vibe down.

But reality likes to box you in with the exact things you want to avoid.
Life lessons and such.

I was made to face bullies, liars, and haters to such a degree that it almost broke me.

Almost.

Thankfully my guides are heavy on the “Get the fuck out of there now” before real damage is done.

But, as someone recently pointed out to me, I hold onto things and people well past the point of expiration.

I used to think it was because I valued my relationships so deeply that I wanted them to stick around.

But really… I was afraid to face my fears.

Fears that if I truly stepped into my power, these negative energy vampires wouldn’t stick around.

And that brings the responsibility of my situations squarely onto my shoulders.

But I am ready now to step fully into that responsibility.

Apparently, I don’t tolerate smallness very well—
even if I managed it for a while.

My willingness to be small for other people…
Lowering my expectations to be more agreeable.
Always trying to be viewed as the “Good Girl.”

It wasn’t just an act of self-disrespect, it was an open invitation for takers.

It also wasn’t enough to please the vampires.

The nice girl.
The nice guy.

Where does that road lead to being?

Stepped on.
Almost crushed.

And do you know what the hardest part of that pill was to swallow?

It wasn’t the other person.

It was my own reflection.

I didn’t let go and walk away because I was brave, I let go because I no longer could stand that reflection.

The truth is…
I never even wanted to be the nice girl.

I am not a Disney princess.

I am a kind person, yes.
But I have darkness in my soul.

I was born into a world that was not always nice from the beginning.

Sometimes it was downright cruel and softness is a weakness.

And please know, I don’t say this for sympathy.

I have suffered, yes.
But my shadows are mine to embrace.

They make my world colorful.

I can dive into emotions others are afraid of
and pull out the lessons that help me grow the most.

I can face the darkness in others,
giving them safe spaces to unburden themselves,
meeting them with grace so they too can grow.

I have faced the extremes of every part of my soul.

And every time I came back stronger,
my faith in myself grew.

Through this journey,
I found my gifts.

And I found my desire to be a storyteller again.

I want to use my experiences and growth to weave stories that reach other people’s hearts, even if its fiction.

That is why I write my novels.
Why I build my worlds.

To express myself and share the colorful inner world that lives inside my mind and body,
without it being too heavy.

Lessons can be fun too.

My characters carry my drives,
my emotional experiences,
my longing dreams.

And it is my wish that you find yourself in these stories.

I hope they make you laugh.
Cry.
Imagine.
Dream.

And more importantly—

I hope they give you a reprieve,
just for a little while,
from whatever struggles you may be walking through.

We are all walking this road together.

My wish is simply that I can make your path a little more colorful…

Even if only for a while.

— Veil