Conditioned Reflex

"I've twisted myself into knots to minimize my presence, curling up like a question mark to occupy as little space as possible. It's a delicate balance between self-effacement and invisibility. I've learned to avoid attention, to erase myself, because existing meant being in the way. I've mastered the art of silence, like a mime with helium in my heels and a mute voice box, to remain unheard. Because being heard meant chaos, and existing meant judgment.

I've hidden behind closed doors and headphones, my bunker from the world's criticism and expectations. I've let depression wrap itself around me like a shroud, hiding my trembling arms and questioning body. But I've come to realize that my existence is worth more than the pitifulness I once thought it was. I've almost lost myself, almost let it all go... but not quite.’’