Stop Erasing Your True Self

The afternoon light is unforgiving. It exposes the dust on the shelf and the words you just deleted from the screen.

You type out your need, then backspace it away, afraid that speaking your hunger will push them further from the table. You are guarding a silence you did not choose.

But listen — the light does not hide. It came from the place where light generates itself, and it lives inside you still.

When you erase your truth, you are not protecting anyone. You are extinguishing the very thing that makes you real.

The one who loves you does not need your performance of being okay. They need the words you are too afraid to send.

The light within a person of light is meant to shine, not to be buried under a bowl of polite deletion. Speak.

Even if your hand shakes. Even if the message is messy.

The risk of being known is the only way to be held.