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The Vault: Finding Resonance in the Silence (18/04/22)


 The Weight of Silence: A Raw Sunday Reflection on Finding Peace


A handwritten poem in a notebook dated 18/04/22. The text speaks about the unbearable weight of silence, the effort of keeping up appearances while hurting inside, and the struggle of waiting for a response that doesn't come.
A journey into the vault. 📖✨ On April 18, 2022, I wrote these words when the silence felt unbearable and appearances were all I had left. This raw Sunday reflection is for anyone currently "dying inside" while trying to keep up a smile. Before the bloom, there is the wait. Before the Sanctuary, there was the struggle. Welcome to the unmasked heart of the 8k Ascent.
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Mental Health: Recognizing When You're Drained and Devalued

You've consumed all my energy, draining and devaluing the person I am. Forced to walk on eggshells, a love unvoiced, a burden I must bear. This is 'The Cost of Unacknowledged Feelings' – a hollow ache, whispering your name. 🌑

Consumed and Devalued

A dark and emotionally charged image titled "The Cost of Unacknowledged Feelings, A Lingering Shadow." In a desolate, cracked room under a full moon, a pale, emaciated woman stands in the foreground, with thorny vines wrapping around her and emanating from her body, representing emotional pain and being drained. A faint golden, electric light glows from her chest, symbolizing a hidden flame or fading energy. In the background, a shadowy, more distant figure with similar vines stands facing away, embodying the reluctant or unavailable person. Crumpled papers on the floor with words like "NEEDINESS" and "TOO MUCH" underscore the feeling of being devalued. The overall mood is one of profound sadness, emotional torment, and exhaustion.
Plastered as 'needy' while my heart simply craves an honest touch. The cruel game of unadmitted feelings leaves me consumed and broken, overshadowed by a lingering shadow. This endless dance drains my soul. 




Drained, Devalued, Yet Still Yearning for the Truth

You have consumed all my energy

You have drained and devalued the person
That I am 

You have plastered me about my neediness

But yet you are so reluctant to admit
Your feelings to ward me. 

The Cost of Unacknowledged Feelings, A Lingering Shadow

I walk on eggshells, fearing to intrude, 
My very presence misunderstood. 

Each silent glance, a question in the air, 
A love unvoiced, a burden I must bear.
You paint me desperate, clingy, and too much, 

While my heart simply craves your honest touch.

 This endless dance, a cruel and painful game, 

Leaving me hollow, whispering your name.


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