Funny how I tell everyone to talk about their pain, to open up, to not bottle things inside. Yet when it's my turn, I disappear into my own silence. I isolate, shut down, and hide the hurt like it's a secret no one should see. I keep preaching communication while I'm busy building walls around my own heart. Maybe it's easier to guide others than to admit how heavy my own feelings are. Maybe I'm just scared that if I speak, everything I've been holding in will finally break through. I teach people to open their wounds, but I'm still learning how to stop bleeding quietly.