I Said the Truer Word

Dear Delyara, I used it out loud, and once I did, I could feel the emotional room change. Not because the pain vanished, but because the lie got smaller. And that matters. Maybe more than I used to understand. There is a strange loneliness in reducing your own suffering into language that lets everyone, including you, move past it too quickly. I’ve done that for years. This week, I stopped. Or at least I interrupted it once more. That felt like real progress.