I woke up around 2AM again. Pain across my back, shoulders, neck. Familiar now, but still exhausting.
My first thought?
“Ugh, I can’t write about this again.”
I worried it would be boring. Negative. Repetitive.
But that’s the trap, isn’t it? The one I lived in for years, where I muted myself to make others more comfortable. Where I swallowed pain and minimized my truth, just to avoid being “too much.”
This blog isn’t about performing. It’s about bearing witness.
To myself.
Without shame.
Without judgment.
I don’t need anyone to validate my discomfort.
I just need the space to name it.
To not silence myself for once.
For too long, I was dismissed, told I was wrong, even about my own experience.
Gaslit into doubting what I knew in my bones.
Not here.
Not anymore.
This space is mine.
And the least I can give myself is honesty.
That feels right.
