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🔥❤️‍🩹 “ your pain does not need permission to exist “

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12/17/2025

80% of women don’t cry, scream, or argue when they’re hurting, they go silent. Not because they don’t care, but because they’ve already said everything they needed to say and it changed nothing.

Silence is her last language. It’s what she says when she realizes her words have fallen on deaf ears too many times. When she tried to explain how she felt, tried to ask for better, tried to fight for the relationship, and all she got back was defensiveness, gaslighting, or empty promises.

At some point, a woman stops talking not because she’s fine but because she’s finished.You know she’s truly hurting when she starts pulling back without saying a word. No more checking in, no more long texts, no more trying to make you understand.

She’ll be in the same room, but a thousand miles away. She’ll answer you, but with one-word replies. She’ll still love you but now that love has a guard around it. See, women express pain differently. Most don’t want to argue, they want peace. But when they realize that loving you costs them their peace, the silence comes.

And it’s not the cold kind. It’s the kind that comes with heartbreak, with exhaustion, with disappointment. It’s the kind of silence that says: I cared so deeply, and now I’m tired.

And here’s the part many men don’t realize until it’s too late: silence is a woman’s goodbye spoken in slow motion. She might still be there physically, but emotionally? She’s already packing up pieces of herself. And by the time you notice her absence, she’s already gotten used to the quiet.

So if a woman you care about goes silent, don’t ignore it. Don’t assume she’s just being dramatic. Pay attention. Silence is rarely empty, it’s filled with everything she wanted to say but gave up on saying.

And once a woman gives up on trying to be understood. She starts learning how to live without needing you at all.

12/17/2025

Boundaries are not walls you build to keep people out. They are quiet promises you make to yourself to protect the version of you that fought hard to heal, grow, and survive what once broke you. Setting them is an act of self-respect, not rejection, and a reminder that your peace matters just as much as anyone else’s comfort.

The right people will not feel threatened by your boundaries. They will see them as clarity, as honesty, as a sign that you value yourself enough to show up whole. Anyone who truly belongs in your life will not ask you to shrink, explain, or sacrifice your healing to stay connected.

12/16/2025

I’m not just tired. I’m trauma tired. The kind of tired that sleep doesn’t touch, that coffee can’t cure, that silence can’t soothe. It’s a deep ache that lives in the bones, a heaviness that settles in the soul.

My body carries years of fight or flight, CPTSD, anxiety, depression, and exhaustion from always having to be “okay” when I wasn’t. It’s like living in a body that has forgotten what safety feels like.

Every sound feels like a warning, every day feels like a test, and even peace feels temporary like something that’ll be taken away the moment I get used to it. Most days, I’m not lazy. I’m just drained. Completely.

My mind is tired of surviving, my heart is tired of pretending, and my body is tired of holding everything together. It’s like my soul keeps whispering, “I can’t take anymore,” but somehow I still get up, still move, still try. I show up even when I’m breaking quietly inside.

I smile even when I’m too numb to feel it. I keep breathing even when it feels like a chore. And maybe that’s the real strength no one talks about surviving what tried to destroy you, even when it left you permanently tired.

So if all you did today was exist, if all you managed was to keep going despite the heaviness, that’s enough. You’re not weak for feeling broken, you’re brave for continuing anyway.

One breath, one moment, one small step at a time; that’s how healing begins.

12/16/2025