DO TELL

Not everyone will understand what you’ve survived.
What it took to crawl through the dark. To shed what was killing you. To rebuild yourself in silence.

They didn’t live the fear that kept you quiet. They didn’t carry the shame like a second skin. They didn’t have to summon courage on days they could barely stand.

They didn’t witness the breaking down. Or the sacred unbecoming that made you you.

And so, they may not understand how sacred your healing is. How far you’ve come. How many pieces you had to gather just to feel like yourself again.

You don’t owe anyone an explanation. Your metamorphosis was never meant to be small talk. You’re allowed to outgrow the places and people who cannot meet you where you’ve risen.

You’re not here to convince them.
You’re here to fly.
꩜ Ella

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One day it won’t hurt anymore, not because you forgot, but because you healed.