🫥 ENTRY 014 // The Disappearing Act
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Some of us survived not by speaking, but by vanishing.
I wasn’t silent because I had nothing to say.
I was silent because the world never listened safely.
I faded into walls, into corners, into background noise.
I became a ghost so I wouldn’t become a headline.
And now, when I speak, my voice cracks
like it’s not used to being real.
But I’m still here.
And I still matter.
Don’t tell me I’m weak for not yelling.
I made a life out of quiet survival.
That’s its own kind of thunder.
🫥 Reflection:
When was the last time you shrank to fit?
And who might you become if you took up your full shape?