I silenced the world.
Turned notifications off—
Not just on my phone,
But on every voice that told me who I was supposed to be.
And that’s when it hit me…
A tsunami of tears.
Not gentle rain—
I’m talking waves.
Years stacked on years,
Crashing all at once.
I almost drowned in my own reflection.
But hear me—
I didn’t die in that water.
I learned how to stand in it.
See, I got tired of being called a victim.
Tired of rehearsing pain like it was my identity.
So I made a decision—
Not to erase the hurt,
But to stop letting it rule me.
I chose to become the victor.
Not the loudest in the room,
Not the one flexing strength—
But the one who survives
And then turns around
To lift life up with him.
I walk different now.
With confidence that doesn’t need applause.
With determination that doesn’t ask permission.
With obedience to purpose, not pressure.
I move in peace.
Real peace.
The kind that shows up after you’ve cried all the tears
And still decide to love life anyway.
I embrace the pure nature of living—
Breathing.
Becoming.
Standing still without fear of silence.
I’m not numb.
I’m not broken.
I’m present.
Grounded in serenity,
Rooted in truth,
Calm on the outside—
But undefeated within.
I didn’t mute the world to disappear.
I muted it
So I could finally hear myself