6d • Testimony & Life
What the Fire Didn’t Take
Some pain doesn’t announce itself.
It doesn’t kick doors or raise its voice.
It learns how to live quietly inside you,
how to make a home out of pressure.
I grew up learning how to stay alert.
How to read rooms before I read books.
How to brace for impact even when nothing was coming
because something always had before.
There were moments my body learned fear faster than my mind could explain it.
Moments I still haven’t given names to.
Moments that taught me silence isn’t peace it’s survival.
Later, when people called me absent,
they didn’t see the nights I stayed awake fighting my own thoughts.
They didn’t see the sickness stealing strength a little at a time,
or how smiling became a skill instead of a feeling.
I learned what it’s like to love someone you can’t protect the way you want to.
To fight for a place in a life you helped create
while being painted as someone who walked away.
That kind of pain doesn’t just hurt it reshapes you.
Faith didn’t leave me.
But it did get quieter.
Some prayers stopped sounding like hope
and started sounding like endurance.
I’ve buried friends in my heart who are still breathing in my memories.
Watched laughter turn into absence.
Realized too late that some people are fighting battles
they never let you see.
And through all of it, I kept going.
Not because I was strong
but because stopping felt worse than surviving.
There are parts of my story I still haven’t said out loud.
Not because I’m ashamed
but because some truths need time to breathe before they’re released.
This wasn’t the fire.
This was the heat before it.
Tomorrow, I’ll talk about what almost broke me
and why it didn’t.
💬 If you’re reading this: What’s one thing you survived that still shapes you today?
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What the Fire Didn’t Take
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