Venting has never been betrayal—it’s survival. It’s how I let go of the weight before I face the world again with the respect it demands.
But survival is easy to misread. Some see it as being two-faced. And that hurts, especially when it comes from places I once thought were safe.
What I’ve learned is this: life isn’t black and white, it’s layers. Sometimes you smile when you’re breaking. Sometimes you bow when you’d rather scream. Sometimes you swallow it all just to keep moving. If that makes me fake in their eyes—so be it.
Being misunderstood still stings, quietly, where no one sees. But it doesn’t own me. I know my heart. I know my truth.
If they can’t see it, that’s on them.
Even if I’m seen as something I’m not, I’ll keep standing. Because survival has always been about the layers they don’t see.
Chits!
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