The Unsaid Room
It’s Safe To Finally Put Down What Wasn’t Yours
There are things you swallowed.
The comments that made your stomach drop.
The tension in the room that no one acknowledged.
The way you learned to scan tone before words.
The apologies that never came.
The moments you told yourself, it’s not that bad.
The stuff you questioned. The stuff you replayed at 2am.
The stuff you tried to explain but couldn’t quite put language to. The stuff that made you wonder if you were overreacting. If you were too sensitive. If you were dramatic. The stuff no one else talked about.
The emotional neglect that left no bruises.
The silent treatment that hollowed you out.
The subtle digs disguised as jokes.
The way you felt invisible in your own life.
The things you constantly wondered:
Is this normal? Does everyone feel this?
Why does this feel so heavy if it’s “fine”?
The life you thought you were just supposed to accept.
The role you thought you were supposed to play.
The version of you that adapted so well no one realized you were disappearing.
Welcome to The Unsaid Room
For the things you never said because it would have blown everything up. For the patterns you noticed but were told weren’t real. For the version of you that kept adjusting to survive.
You can put it here.
Anonymous or not.
The thing you swallowed.
The thing you minimized.
The thing you still don’t know how to name.
You were not crazy.
You were navigating something real.
This is where it gets a witness.
