Anotherandom - DOGDAMN - White
Anotherandom - DOGDAMN - White
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’ve been trying to be “okay” for so long that I forgot how many times my body tried to warn me.
That first flicker of discomfort. The tiny shift in the air. The moment something feels off but I smile anyway, because it’s easier to be agreeable than to be safe.
It isn’t being messy for fun. It isn’t romanticizing damage. It’s patience with everything unsolved in my heart. It’s letting the truth be complicated. Letting it take time. Letting it be ugly before it makes sense.
I’m tired of toxic positivity. Tired of forcing light into places that need honesty. Tired of calling it growth when I’m actually just swallowing myself to keep the peace.
So this is what the chaos looks like now, I leave the room the moment it turns unsafe. I speak up even when my voice shakes. I choose myself without asking for permission. Again. Again. Again.
Sometimes it means distance. Sometimes it means silence. Sometimes it means disappearing for a while, not to punish anyone, but to finally breathe. To give myself room. To hear myself again.
This is not me falling apart. This is me refusing to be small. This is me coming back to myself, even if it looks like chaos from the outside. Because if the truth is too much, then maybe the place was never meant for me.
