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A Christmas disguised as the 25th of December. Today the house is calm. Too calm. and I wonder if I hear my own thoughts or if I’m just imagining them. I move in circles, but the air stands still like an unfinished sentence waiting to strike me hard. Shouldn’t it be a Merry Christmas? Nothing is happening. no knives are thrown at me, no merciless stares, and yet my chest hurts as if I’ve worked a whole day at not existing in a house void of compassion. it is quiet, but there are days when my hands tremble, when a cup becomes shards, when my tears are considered defects. it is quiet, but there are days when the silence doesn’t look at me, though I seek it constantly and want to feel it with all my soul. it is quiet, but there are days when exhaustion doesn’t become rest, but an unspoken rule. in a house where I cannot exist, I stay. I breathe. I do not disturb. and maybe today is quiet. and maybe that is all I can do for myself today: to remain whole on a day that asks for nothing and yet takes so much from me.
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Dec 25, 2025
Dec 25, 2025 at 8:18 AM UTC
Today / 25 December
A Christmas disguised as the 25th of December. Today the house is calm. Too calm. and I wonder if I hear my own thoughts or if I’m just imagining them. I move in circles, but the air stands still like an unfinished sentence waiting to strike me hard. Shouldn’t it be a Merry Christmas? Nothing is happening. no knives are thrown at me, no merciless stares, and yet my chest hurts as if I’ve worked a whole day at not existing in a house void of compassion. it is quiet, but there are days when my hands tremble, when a cup becomes shards, when my tears are considered defects. it is quiet, but there are days when the silence doesn’t look at me, though I seek it constantly and want to feel it with all my soul. it is quiet, but there are days when exhaustion doesn’t become rest, but an unspoken rule. in a house where I cannot exist, I stay. I breathe. I do not disturb. and maybe today is quiet. and maybe that is all I can do for myself today: to remain whole on a day that asks for nothing and yet takes so much from me.
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25/F/United Kingdom
Dec 25, 2025
Dec 25, 2025 at 8:18 AM UTC
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