A long way back from almost

For the men who were taught to be tough instead of honest.

For the women who were told to “move on” before they were ready.

For the survivors who never got closure.

For those who broke free from the vice but never got whole.

For the kids who froze when they should’ve ran.

For the ones who lived with pain they couldn’t name.

For the ones still rebuilding in silence.

For the ones who thought healing would feel better than this.

This space is for you