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I used to sit in the bathroom late at night with the shower running just so no one could hear me cry. I’d stare at my reflection in the fogged-up mirror and wonder if I’d ever feel okay again. Those nights felt endless, like I was drowning in silence.

I never told anyone because I didn’t want to sound weak. But looking back now, those were the nights that shaped me. They taught me how strong I actually am—how much pain I can carry and still keep moving.

If you’re reading this and you’ve ever hidden your tears too, I hope you know this: your silence doesn’t make you weak. Surviving those nights makes you powerful. 💭