@shadowslight: There’s a version of you that died a long time ago. Not physically. But the person who trusted easily. Who laughed without forcing it. Who believed people meant what they said. Who didn’t question every fucking thing. That person is gone. And nobody held a funeral. Nobody noticed the day you stopped being yourself. They just watched you become quieter. More guarded. Less available. Harder to love. Then had the nerve to ask why you changed. You didn’t wake up one morning and decide to become cold. You got tired of being hurt. Tired of being disappointed. Tired of giving pieces of yourself to people who treated them like they were disposable. So you built walls. And after a while, those walls became the only place you felt safe. But here’s the fucked-up truth. The same walls that keep people from hurting you can also keep the people who genuinely care from reaching you. And sometimes you don’t even realize how lonely you’ve become until you’re sitting in the dark, wishing someone would notice your silence. You’re not heartless. You’re exhausted. And maybe healing isn’t about becoming who you used to be. Maybe it’s about learning that what happened to you doesn’t have to control every chapter that comes next. You survived what changed you. Now you deserve a chance to live beyond it. 🌑 SHADOWS IN THE NIGHT #ShadowsInTheNight #DarkTruth #EmotionalScars #SilentBattles #TrustIssues
