There were nights
when tears were my lullaby,
and days when sleep refused to come.
I pulled away from the world,
closed doors,
closed curtains,
closed myself off
until silence felt louder than noise.
My smile faded with every sunrise.
I felt like I was slipping,
like I was losing myself piece by piece.
There were moments
I questioned my worth,
questioned my place,
questioned why I was still here.
I stayed indoors for days,
hoping, quietly,
that someone would reach out,
ask if I was okay,
offer a shoulder
without judgment,
without mockery,
without endless advice.
I prayed for a miracle.
I wished for an angel
to come and take the pain away.
I tried to distract myself,
funny videos,
loud music,
soft songs,
even fear,
but nothing changed.
The pain stayed.
I was drowning.
My ship was sinking.
And even then,
I didn’t know how to ask for help.
I didn’t let anyone swim with me to shore.
Loneliness became my shadow,
and I reached the lowest point
I had ever known.
One day,
I will tell the full story
of how I survived the hurricanes,
the valleys,
the fires,
the deserts,
the storms.
It was never easy,
but I made it.
You only know
what you think you know.
What was shown,
not what was carried.
What was said,
not what was survived.
Before you judge anyone,
remember,
you never walked their nights,
you never held their fears,
you never paid the price
for their silence.
People wear stories
you will never hear.
Battles are fought
behind smiles you applaud.
So pause.
Soften your voice.
Leave room for grace.
Because knowing a moment
is not the same
as knowing a life.
And if you see someone quiet,
someone distant,
someone who no longer explains themselves,
be gentle.
Not everyone who is silent is empty.
Some are surviving storms
they do not have the strength to describe.
A little kindness costs nothing,
but it can be the reason
someone chooses to stay.
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