There was a time I thought the hardest part was losing people. But loss has a way of teaching you what silence never could. Because the real heartbreak wasn’t in the goodbye — it was in the slow, quiet unraveling of who I became trying to be enough for people who were never enough for me. I kept shrinking myself to fit into rooms that dimmed my spirit. I kept softening my voice so no one would feel the weight of my truth. I kept loving people who only loved the version of me