UNSPOKEN REALITIES

TRAUMA

Pain is not a lesson in disguise; it is not a silent teacher that imparts wisdom at a cost.

It is an open wound, a constant shadow that follows every step, an invisible weight that never lifts. There is no heroic strength in the fragility you feel at dawn, as you face the mundane as if it were an endless battle. Every forced smile, every kind word you utter is a giant effort, an internal struggle that no one sees.

You rise with an emptiness that no one understands, as if the world had forgotten your existence in the darkest corner of a room crowded with broken memories. You trust cautiously, not because you want to, but because the scars still burn, reminding you of every broken promise, every hope crumbled into the dust of days.

In a corner of my mind, a silent war rages, where sadness and anger intertwine, where the echo of what I once was resonates, distorted and distant.

You are not a warrior made stronger by pain; you are a survivor trapped among the ruins of what you once thought was invincible. Nights are long, and days are eternal, with a fatigue that is not just physical but of the soul. The small things become insurmountable mountains, each mundane task a reminder of what you've lost, of what you struggle to hold onto. The world moves on, oblivious to your invisible battles, and you press on, not out of bravery, but because stopping would mean falling into an abyss you're unsure you could escape.

Trauma is not a badge of honor...

It is not a medal you can proudly display. It is a weight, a burden that drags you down, making you feel less than whole, less than alive. It did not make you stronger; it broke you in ways no one can see, ways you yourself don't fully understand yet.

It turned you into someone who defends with invisible walls, built with fear and distrust. It did not strengthen you; it shattered you in ways you can't fully comprehend.

But you are still here, fragmented, rebuilding yourself every day, because deep down, amid all that pain, in some hidden corner, you still hold on to the hope that one day the pieces will fit together again, that one day you will stop feeling broken.