11/06/2025
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What My Silence Really Means
When I go quiet, it’s not because I’m fine.
And it’s not because I’ve stopped caring either.
It usually means I’ve reached a point where there’s nothing left to say that hasn’t already been said.
I’ve tried talking. I’ve tried explaining.
But when words don’t lead anywhere, silence feels easier.
It’s not about giving up, it’s about realizing you can’t make someone understand what they don’t want to.
My silence means I’m tired.
Not the kind of tired that sleep fixes, the kind that comes from always defending myself or trying to be heard.
After a while, you just stop trying.
It also means I’m accepting things for what they are.
Some people won’t change.
Some situations won’t get better.
And some endings are just meant to happen, even if you weren’t ready for them.
These days, I don’t want to explain myself over and over.
I don’t want to argue about things that should be simple.
I just want peace, even if it means being misunderstood.
So if you notice I’ve gone quiet, don’t take it as coldness.
It’s not anger. It’s not attitude.
It’s just me trying to protect my peace, to stop fighting things that only drain me.
My silence doesn’t mean I’ve stopped feeling, it means I’m finally letting go of what hurts.
