Unseen Wounds

Sometimes when people say “keep fighting,” they think it means yelling louder, proving a point, or winning.

But lately, my fight has looked different.

My fight has been to keep my head.

To not lose myself in situations that test my peace.

To not let betrayal turn me bitter.

To not let competition turn me cold.

It’s hard when the hurt doesn’t come from strangers.

It’s harder when it comes from someone who shares your blood.

There’s a different kind of pain when you feel like you’re constantly defending your peace, your space, or even your relationships. It makes you question yourself. It makes you overthink. It makes you want to react.

But I’m learning something:

Not every battle deserves my energy.

Not every reaction deserves my voice.

And not every situation deserves access to my peace.

My growth looks like silence sometimes.

My strength looks like walking away.

My power looks like choosing not to compete.

Because what is truly mine will not need to be fought over.

I am no longer fighting people.

I am fighting for my clarity.

For my sanity.

For my healing.

And that is a battle worth winning.