#warninglabels
This one scared me the most.
Because it wasn't about the past.
It was present tense.
Still active.
Still running.
Still affecting everything it touches.
No closure.
No end.
Just ongoing.
And I though healing meant
that things would stop hurting.
But sometimes healing just means
you learn to function
while it still does.
––xx10m
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 11:55 AM UTC
I didn't even recognize it at first.
A smell.
A place.
A word said the wrong way.
Then suddenly
I wasn't here anymore.
I was back there.
Living something
I already survived
but still feel like I'm inside.
Memories don't ask permission.
They just arrive
and take whatever version of you
is least prepared.
–––xx10m
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 11:43 AM UTC
I used to think that meant weakness.
Like something fragile
was automatically something broken.
So I grabbed everything
like it couldn't hurt me
if I held it tight enough.
But some things don't break outward
they break inward.
Quietly.
Slowly.
Until you realize
you've been bleeding
without noticing...
Now I hold things differently.
Not softer...
just more honest
about how easily people
can fall apart.
–––xx10m
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 11:29 AM UTC
I should've read it first.
small text,
almost "invisible",
like it doesn't want to be seen
but still needed to exist.
Do not open when alone.
But I was alone anyway,
not the kind when nobody's around,
the kind even where people
don't reach you.
So I opened it.
Thoughts came out
like something had been waiting
for me to be quiet enough
to hear them all at once.
Memories I forgot I kept,
feelings I said I didn't have,
names I don't say out loud anymore
they all spilled out
like they where never gone,
just stored.
And now I understand
why it was labeled.
Not because it would hurt me...
but because I wouldn't know
how to close it again
once I saw what was inside.
–––xx10m
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 10:54 AM UTC