I read pieces of Mel Robbins’ Let Them today. She talked about how emotions are fleeting bursts—passing moments.
And it made me think about the tantrums we throw, the words we unravel too far to take back.

Sometimes I ask myself, When did I get so emotional?
Then I ask again. And again. And again.
I think the truth is—I’ve always been this way.
I just learned how to hide it.

Not to stop myself from crying, but to make sure no one saw the tears.
No one knew the hurt.

I taught myself to have an off switch.
A distraction mechanism.
That’s probably where my ADHD comes in—thirty tabs open across four different browsers, everything and nothing going on at once.

The problem with distractions is they don’t let you sit with things.
Not just your own emotions, but the emotions of others.
Even when you’re the one who caused the hurt.

I can’t keep moving with the world like nothing happened.
You know how people die and life just keeps going?
No.
I can’t do that anymore.

Feelings. Thoughts.
They need to be addressed.
Because if you keep moving without processing, you’re not really moving forward—you’re just dragging your pain behind you.

Unspoken doesn’t mean gone.
Unacknowledged doesn’t mean healed.
Unfelt doesn’t mean free.

I’m learning how to listen better.
To not just hear other people’s feelings, but to sit with them.
To explain mine without turning myself into a victim every time.
Maybe that’s a kind of self-preservation.
Maybe it’s still fear.

But maybe… maybe it’s okay to be the villain in someone else’s story.
Villains have origin stories too.
And sometimes—if you keep showing up—they get a character arc.
They figure it out in the end.