SILENT BLOOM..🖤 Iused to run toward explanations like they were lifelines. I learned they're not. Being grown isn't the victory speech - it's the quiet you choose when everyone else is shouting. It's letting people craft the story they want and living kindly in the one you know. There's grief in that choice - grief for the versions of you that had to die so the real you could breathe. And sometimes, when the house is very quiet, you'll feel that grief like rain. That rain taught me how to bloom.