💌 Letters from the Fire

💌 Letters from the Fire

Letters from the Fire

Words written for the ones who carry more than they say.

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💌 To the One Still in Silence

If you’re reading this, and you haven’t told anyone yet—

Not the truth, not the full story, not even the parts you whisper to yourself when no one’s around—

Please know this:

I see you.

Not because I know your exact pain.

But because I know what it feels like to hold it all in.

To walk around smiling while your chest feels like it’s caving in.

To question whether what happened was “bad enough” to count.

To wonder if anyone would believe you.

To doubt if your silence protects you… or just hides you.

I know what it’s like to pretend it didn’t hurt as much as it did.

To tell yourself, “It wasn’t that serious. Other people have it worse.”

To swallow your truth so often that even you start to lose the taste of it.

But here’s something no one told me when I was where you are:

Silence doesn’t mean it didn’t happen.

Silence doesn’t make it your fault.

Silence doesn’t mean you’re weak.

Silence doesn’t get to define your story.

The fact that you’re still here — carrying what they did, what they said, what they made you believe — and still functioning, still waking up, still hoping there’s more for you?

That’s strength. Not everyone will recognize it. But I do.

You don’t owe the world your trauma just to prove it happened.

But I want you to know — you’re allowed to speak. Even if your voice shakes. Even if your words are messy. Even if it’s just a whisper. You’re allowed to let it out, piece by piece, or all at once. On your terms. In your time.

And until you do?

This space — this letter — will hold what you can’t say yet.

You are not invisible.

You are not overreacting.

You are not the reason.

You are so much more than what happened to you.

When you’re ready, I’ll still be here.

No pressure. No timeline.

Just a hand held out across the silence.

With all the strength I had to find the hard way,

I believe you.

I honor you.

I’m with you.

— Someone who was once silent, too

💌 To the Survivor Who’s Been Dismissed

They made you doubt the one thing you were certain of: your own pain.

And if no one’s said it yet — I’m sorry.

I’m sorry they looked away when they should’ve stood up.

I’m sorry they called it “drama” when it was trauma.

I’m sorry they protected your abuser because it was easier than facing the truth.

You told them.

Maybe not everything. Maybe just a hint. Maybe all of it, raw and shaking.

And still — they didn’t believe you. Or worse… they believed you and did nothing.

That kind of dismissal cuts deeper than silence.

It doesn’t just hurt. It rewrites your memories.

You start to wonder, “Did I imagine this?” “Am I making it worse than it was?” “Maybe I should’ve stayed quiet…”

But hear me now — and let this sink in:

Their refusal to face what happened to you does not erase the truth of it.

You were not “too emotional.”

You were not “overreacting.”

You were not “trying to ruin someone’s life.”

You were trying to survive yours.

The people who failed to show up? That’s on them.

It is not a reflection of your credibility — it is a reflection of their cowardice.

They didn’t want to see it because it forced them to feel something.

Because if they acknowledged it, they’d have to do something. And some people would rather preserve comfort than confront injustice.

But you did the hard thing. You spoke.

That alone makes you more courageous than most people will ever be.

You may not have gotten the validation you deserved then —

But you are getting it now.

I see you. I believe you. I never needed to hear a name or see a scar to know the truth.

You are not defined by how they responded.

You are defined by the fact that you didn’t give up, even when they made you feel like giving up was the only option left.

So here’s what I offer you now — in place of their silence:

I believe you.

I believe you.

I believe you.

Say it until your bones start to trust it.

You weren’t dismissed because you were lying —

You were dismissed because your truth made people uncomfortable.

Speak anyway.

We are still here.

We’re listening.

And you’re not alone anymore.

— Someone who knows what it’s like to tell the truth and be met with silence

💌 To the One Who Got Out, But Doesn’t Feel Free

You left.

You did the brave thing.

You walked away, or ran, or crawled, or quietly slipped out the back door of a life that was hurting you.

And still… you don’t feel free.

No one warned you about this part, did they?

The part where the locks are gone, but your chest still feels tight.

Where no one’s raising their voice at you, but you flinch anyway.

Where you lie in a safe bed and still can’t sleep.

And people — even well-meaning ones — say things like:

“At least you’re out now.”

“Aren’t you glad it’s over?”

“You’re so strong.”

And you are strong.

But the truth is, it’s not over just because you left.

You’re still carrying the wreckage.

Freedom doesn’t always feel like fireworks.

Sometimes it feels like emptiness.

Sometimes it feels like guilt for not leaving sooner.

Or shame for missing someone who hurt you.

Or confusion, because no one ever taught you how to exist without survival mode running the show.

Let me say this clearly:

Just because you got out doesn’t mean it didn’t leave a mark.

And just because you still hurt doesn’t mean you made the wrong choice.

You did what you had to do.

And now you’re in the after.

That’s where the real work begins — the grief, the questions, the slow rebuilding of a self that wasn’t allowed to fully exist before.

It’s okay if you’re not “better” yet.

It’s okay if part of you still aches.

It’s okay if freedom feels unfamiliar — or even terrifying.

You are not failing at healing.

You are adjusting to safety. And that takes time.

You don’t owe anyone a fast recovery.

You don’t owe the world a triumphant survivor story with a clean ending.

You just owe yourself this truth:

You made it out. That’s not the end of your story.

It’s the beginning of your becoming.

You’re free.

Even if it doesn’t feel like it yet — you are.

And I’m so proud of you for still choosing to stay.

— Someone who got out, too… and is still learning how to breathe

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