A space for those who feel too deeply and want to act, quietly but powerfully.
I’ve spent too much time feeling like I was screaming in a world that wouldn’t listen. Seeing too much. Feeling too much.
Knowing that behind so many locked doors, there are things happening that should never happen — especially to children.
And I know I’m not the only one.
This space is for the unspeakable. For the things they say we’re not allowed to feel, see, or say.
Because if we don’t talk about it — they win.
And I’m not here to help them sleep better at night.
Even when I disappear, I’m still watching. Still feeling.
The world doesn’t want people like us to stay visible — not when we remind them of what they buried to survive.
But survival doesn’t mean silence. Survival doesn’t mean forgetting.
We burn quieter now, but we still burn.
Some truths rot when said out loud. Others sharpen.
I carry both.
They call it oversensitive. I call it signal. I call it what I’ve learned to live with. What I’ve buried in language because I was too afraid to give it a face.
The weight of knowing. The knowing you can’t prove. That thing that wakes you up at 3:23 am just to remind you that something’s coming and it always was.
Not paranoia. Just pattern.
And you can’t make someone see it who never felt the static crawl across their skin like you did.
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If you’re reading this, you’re part of the pattern too. And maybe that’s why you found this place.
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