The Face Behind the Silence
🕰️ You stare at the mirror, and it doesn’t lie.
It doesn’t care about the mask you’ve perfected, the laugh you rehearse, the way you say “I’m fine.”
It sees through all of that.
It sees the heaviness in your eyes, the questions you carry when the room goes quiet.
🌑 People clap for the version of you that’s easy.
The one that doesn’t cry too much, doesn’t need too much, doesn’t grow too fast.
But what they don’t know—
is how heavy it feels to shrink yourself just to stay loved.
⚖️ You wonder what the point is.
The goals. The image. The grind.
If it all comes at the cost of feeling unseen, what’s the gain?
It’s an emptiness that no amount of success can fix.
🔥 You’ve been taught to call it strength.
Holding it in. Pushing it down.
But strength isn’t pretending. Strength isn’t silence.
Strength is saying, “This hurts. I can’t carry this alone.”
🌱 And maybe that’s where God does His best work—
not when you’re holding everything together,
but when the cracks finally show,
and His light seeps through.
💡 You are not the broken reflection you see.
You are the story that glass cannot hold.
Every scar, every tear, every moment of silence—
is proof you’ve survived what tried to erase you.
And you’re still here.
Still breathing.
Still becoming.
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