In life and in society, you're allowed to talk about your pain.
You can say you're suffering, that you're going through a hard time.
It's accepted. Almost expected.
But you have to wear it like something normal,
like rain on your shoulders.
With discretion. With grace.
You have to keep living. Keep functioning.
The moment you hint that the pain is pulling you away from everything,
that you're not "managing" it,
that you don't accept it as just part of the game...
everything changes.
It's no longer listening. It's distance.
No longer empathy. Just discomfort.
You're no longer someone who's suffering.
You become a problem to avoid.
You can say you're suffering, that you're going through a hard time.
It's accepted. Almost expected.
But you have to wear it like something normal,
like rain on your shoulders.
With discretion. With grace.
You have to keep living. Keep functioning.
The moment you hint that the pain is pulling you away from everything,
that you're not "managing" it,
that you don't accept it as just part of the game...
everything changes.
It's no longer listening. It's distance.
No longer empathy. Just discomfort.
You're no longer someone who's suffering.
You become a problem to avoid.
