I would never wish on anyone the full weight of what I have endured.
The harassment.
The discrimination.
The defamation.
The silence that cut as deep as the abuse itself.
⚖️ Half the Suffering
But sometimes I do wish each of you could feel just half of the suffering I have carried.
Not because I am cruel.
Not because I want revenge.
But because only then would you understand.
Only then would you grasp the cost of silence.
Only then would you see the weight of indifference.
🔍 What That Would Mean
Half the sleepless nights.
Half the anxiety in your chest.
Half the fear of opening your own door.
Half the loss of health, peace, and dignity.
If you carried even half of that, you would never again dismiss another person’s suffering as “drama” or “inconvenience.”
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Your silence did not spare me – it condemned me.
And one way or another, silence always carries a price.
