There comes a point where explaining your pain feels pointless. You speak, but it feels like talking to a wall. I realized this slowly, not in one just moment, but through a series of small, exhausting incidents.
After hearing complaints about me being shared by a person casually with others, I chose silence. I accepted the blame, not because I agreed, but because I was too tired to defend myself. Sometimes, it feels easier to carry the blame than to keep proving you deserve to be heard or solved.
It’s exhausting when the people you turn to for a soft landing or a supportive shoulder don’t even bother to support you. Even if they had two additional ears, they would still ignore you, simply because they take you for granted.
I held it in for two days, hoping when I finally shared it, I would receive at least a little comfort. Instead, I recieved igonreance.
There were other moments too. Times when I needed support not dramatic gestures, just presence. Just someone standing beside me, showing I mattered. But that support never came. And over time, the absence of care started hurting more than any harsh words.
And then there’s something harder to say out loud. abuse. Not just emotional, but physical. What hurts even more is realizing that this is not “normal.” That other women around you are treated with basic respect, while you are left questioning your worth.
So, what is the real problem here?
The deeper issue many women face is being unheard, unsupported, and made to feel invisible in their own lives.
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