When something unexpected happens, something that doesn't go like a fairytale, I shut down. I disappear, I ghost everyone and everything.
I choose not to talk about it.
I don't face it.
I avoid it.
It's almost like I believe that if I ignore it long enough, things will fix themselves. That everything will quietly return to normal.
But most of the time, I'm wrong.
Avoiding doesn't heal anything. It just buries it deeper.
And the silence? It grows heavier
And by the time I realize it, the damage has already spread. Quietly, slowly, but deeply.
Maybe one day, I'll stop running from discomfort. Maybe I'll learn that peace isn't found in silence