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the sacred disappearance

for the ones who are unraveling to return

there is a silence that does not mean collapse.
a stillness that isn’t surrender.
a quiet so holy, it feels like being held by something older than language.

this is not the end.
this is the sacred disappearance.

not running.
not breaking.
but remembering.

there comes a time when the weight of pretending becomes unbearable.
when shrinking to stay digestible feels like starvation.
when smiling through your own erasure becomes the final wound.

so you begin to slip away.
from conversations that cost you your voice.
from mirrors that only reflect the mask.
from the world that asked you to be less
just to feel safe around you.

but you are not vanishing—you are becoming.
you are choosing the pulse beneath the performance.
the breath beneath the burden.
the version of you untouched by survival.

this is not a disappearance born from defeat.
it is born from the soul’s quiet revolt.
it is choosing to live in truth
rather than survive in performance.

and it is not loud.
it will not always be seen.
but it is sacred.

let them say you’ve gone missing.
let them say you’ve changed.
they were never meant to witness this part of your return.

this is yours.
this unbecoming.
this remembering.
this wild, untamed return to self.

you were never meant to be easy to hold.
you were meant to be free.

a reflection for you

in what ways have you disappeared from yourself in order to belong?

and what would it feel like to come home—without apology?

write it down.
burn the performance.
bless the return.