NothingPerSonal

Some things don’t leave you.

Not loudly.
Not in ways others can see.

But quietly…
they stay.

An unfair word.
A moment where you weren’t heard.
A situation where you knew something wasn’t right…but couldn’t change it.

Time moves on.

Life continues.

From the outside, everything looks normal.

But somewhere inside, that moment still exists.

Not always as anger…sometimes just as a quiet heaviness.

I’ve realised it’s not about holding on.

It’s about something that was never fully acknowledged.

Because injustice doesn’t always need resolution.

Sometimes…
it just needs to be seen.
Even if only by yourself.

And maybe that’s where healing begins…not in forgetting it happened,
but in finally allowing yourself to recognise that it did.