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I used to think silence was strength.
Sometimes it is.
Other times, you’ve got to speak. Move. Act.

I believed swallowing pain made me resilient—
It works… maybe a quarter of the time.

If I kept my head down, kept the peace, didn’t stir the water,
I thought I’d stay afloat.
How’s that working for you?

Because all that silence did
was weigh me down in rooms that never saw me,
around people who never asked.

And it left me—
frustrated,
unappreciated,
and downright pissed.

Reflective Prompt

You’ve bitten your tongue so long it forgot how to speak.
Swallowed your fury to keep the peace.
Nodded when you should’ve screamed.

But silence doesn’t save you.
It just delays the moment of reckoning.

What are you afraid will happen if you speak the truth aloud?
And more importantly—
what will happen to you if you don’t?