We all know the slow bleed, that creeping weight that bends your spine and steals your light. The silent war waged in whispered words and withheld warmth. This is for you.
There’s something in this that feels painfully familiar, the way harm rarely arrives loudly but through tiny everyday shifts that slowly bend you out of shape. I really appreciated the way you captured that slow erosion, not as a single event but as a pattern that becomes a kind of atmosphere you end up breathing without even noticing.
The movement from collapse into defiance felt powerful, especially because you didn’t write it as a dramatic explosion but as something quiet and steady, an “enough” that grows from inside rather than reacting to someone else’s game. That felt very true.
What stayed with me most was the sense of reclaiming one’s own mirror, one’s own reflection, the moment where the face comes back into view. There’s so much tenderness in that image. Beautifully written and deeply resonant. Thank you for sharing
I love that you took the time to comment. So appreciated. Yes. The slow degradation.. the “enough”, was the moment. I truly thank you for understanding this post. Your comments mean the world to me. 🌸
This, right here. You definitely wrote this for me. Thank you Brenda, for the raw thruth that many of us have lived through - or are still going through. Thank you for reminding me that there is a way out! 🙏🏻💕✨
Brenda, your words carry so much truth and strength. That quiet Enough you describe feels like a heartbeat of courage — it gave me chills. Thank you for reminding us that even in the darkest places, light can return.🙏🏼
There’s something in this that feels painfully familiar, the way harm rarely arrives loudly but through tiny everyday shifts that slowly bend you out of shape. I really appreciated the way you captured that slow erosion, not as a single event but as a pattern that becomes a kind of atmosphere you end up breathing without even noticing.
The movement from collapse into defiance felt powerful, especially because you didn’t write it as a dramatic explosion but as something quiet and steady, an “enough” that grows from inside rather than reacting to someone else’s game. That felt very true.
What stayed with me most was the sense of reclaiming one’s own mirror, one’s own reflection, the moment where the face comes back into view. There’s so much tenderness in that image. Beautifully written and deeply resonant. Thank you for sharing
I love that you took the time to comment. So appreciated. Yes. The slow degradation.. the “enough”, was the moment. I truly thank you for understanding this post. Your comments mean the world to me. 🌸
As do yours to me. We all write to be seen and it is amazing when someone takes the time to see us, like to do for me
Yes agree. I am restacking my older posts because life still bites.
This is a beautiful self reclamation, Brenda. You go girl!!
Thank you 😊💞
Flip me, Brenda, this is epic! It deserves to be shouted from every rooftop. Great job!
Thank you Wendy. I appreciate your comments and the restacks. I wrote this in August but thought it needs exposure 💞.
It really is excellent.
I can see the depth and wisdom in these words 🫶
Thank you Hina.
This, right here. You definitely wrote this for me. Thank you Brenda, for the raw thruth that many of us have lived through - or are still going through. Thank you for reminding me that there is a way out! 🙏🏻💕✨
Brenda, your words carry so much truth and strength. That quiet Enough you describe feels like a heartbeat of courage — it gave me chills. Thank you for reminding us that even in the darkest places, light can return.🙏🏼
Powerful, important message!
Thank you! Much appreciated.
Thank you for the restack❤️
I know that slow erosion, until nothing is left.
Beautiful moment, when we realize our worth.
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