I’ve been carrying a story for a long time — not because I wanted to, but because I had to.
It’s the kind of story that doesn’t fit into conversations. The kind that makes people uncomfortable.
And for years, I stayed quiet.
Conditioned to silence. Especially when the truth is heavy.
Especially when a big, very well funded (don’t believe them when they cry poor) entity has it in their best interest to make sure you’re being handled and managed into silence.
Silence that only benefits them.
But I’ve started writing it now. Not shouting. Not smoothing it over.
Just… telling it.
There’s power in using your voice after it’s been taken.
The greater power is in realizing it wasn’t anyone else’s to take.
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