People say, “Lean on your community.” I don’t know what that’s like. I know survival. I know pressing on when my body never feels safe. I know carrying trauma so quietly people mistake it for strength. I’m still here, but some days, surviving is all I can do. 🌈
I used to think I was intimidating.
The truth is, no one knows me.
Trauma turned me into a locked door. I don’t know how to let people meet me, I only know how to survive them.
This harsh reality hurts. I feel extremely sad right now.
Watching people celebrate Pride while you’re still trying to survive your past is a different kind of loneliness.