Sometimes, it’s not what they said.
It’s the silence that followed.
The slow fade from inclusion.
The unspoken decision to let you drift.
You keep showing up anyway, hoping maybe this time…
But they’ve already rewritten the story—
and left you out of it.
Healing didn’t start with an apology.
It started when I stopped waiting for one.
🕊️I’m rebuilding something better now.
Mark this minute. 