The Parts Of Me I Never Talk About There are parts of me I rarely speak about. Not because they don't exist, but because I got tired of trying to explain things that nobody could truly feel but me. Some experiences change you in ways that are invisible. They don't leave scars people can point to. They settle into the way you trust, the way you love, the way you carry yourself, and the way you prepare for disappointment before it even arrives. Sometimes people look at me and think they know my story because they can see me smiling. What they don't see are the moments I sat alone trying to make sense of things that broke my heart. They don't see the grief I carried, the battles I fought in my own mind, or the versions of myself I had to bury just to keep moving forward. There are losses that don't involve death, heartbreaks that don't involve romance, and pain that doesn't leave when the situation ends. It simply changes shape and learns how to live beside you. And maybe that's why I don't talk about it much. Some things hurt so deeply that turning them into words feels impossible. Some chapters become too heavy to explain to people who were never there to live them.