April With a Y☙

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🧠Mind Spill:

I’ve often wondered what it would be like to live with a quiet mind.

No endless chatter in my skull, just clear and deliberate thoughts.

No voice relentlessly pointing out my flaws, no whispers of inadequacy—just the assurance that I am enough.

It sounds like a dream, doesn’t it?

But what happens when that voice isn’t your own?

What happens when it takes the form of the ones who gave you life?

The ones who were your first love yet became your deepest heartache.

The ones who were supposed to protect you, to be your safe haven.

It feels strange to feel betrayed when those who hurt you don’t even realize the weight of their actions.

Is my anger justified? Am I being unfair?

The questions pile up, but the answers never come.

You could try moving away from the source—putting distance between you.

It sure helps, but only for a while.

Because that voice… always comes back.

Louder each time, sharper, filled with more bitterness.

And the hardest part?

It’s not my voice. It’s theirs. The voice of someone I love.

~ Why is it normalized to use harsh words under the guise of building one's character?

~ Why is comparison used to fuel envy, all in the name of pushing the younger generation to do better?

~ Why isn’t it more common to teach with empathy?

~ Why do older generations turn a blind eye to the lasting damage that tough love inflicts on familial relationships?

Actions may fade from memory, but words leave lasting imprints on the mind.

Let me know your thoughts in the comments 💜