You were never meant to carry the weight of unspoken words —the stories buried in your bones, the truths you hid away for too long.

Narcissistic love may have taught you to silence yourself. To shrink your voice. To believe that speaking up was dangerous. That being seen was unsafe.

But your voice is not a burden.

It’s a gift. A light. A quiet revolution every time you choose to speak it aloud.

Find someone who listens—not to judge, but to hold space. A friend who sees your words as sacred. A journal where your heart can finally spill. A therapist who helps you reclaim what was lost beneath years of silence.

Let your truth breathe outside your chest. Let it grow. Let it connect you—not just to others—but to yourself again.

Because vulnerability isn’t weakness.

It’s the bravest kind of strength .

Some days your voice will tremble.

Other days, it will rise like thunder.

And both are beautiful.

Both are proof that you’re no longer living by the script they wrote for you.

You are writing your own now.

One word.

One breath.

One act of self-trust at a time.