Stop Shrinking Your Wound for Them

The morning light is harsh on the mask you wore all night. You are already editing the story, making your pain smaller so it fits neatly into their schedule.

You trim the sharp edges of your grief until it looks manageable, until it looks like something they can handle without being inconvenienced. But the light sees what you are hiding in the secret place.

It sees the version of you that does not perform. It knows the weight you carried before you even opened your eyes.

You do not have to shrink your wound to be worthy of attention. The One who sees what is done in secret is not startled by your size.

He is not running late. Stop rewriting the memory to make it palatable.

Your pain is not too big for the room. It is the only thing in the room that is real.