yield | H.S.

Yield. The word haunted me long before I even understood why.

It wasn't about surrender, exactly. Not the kind that made you weak. It was more like... permission. Permission to feel, permission to let someone else in without detonating everything around you.

But what happens when you yield, and the person you let in disappoints you? Betrays you? When yielding turns into exposure, and every vulnerability you offered becomes a weapon pointed back at you?

Let me tell you: that's when yield stops feeling like permission and starts feeling like punishment.