Some Days I Want to Say It All

Some days I want to say it all.

Not just parts. Not just pieces.

I want to lay every truth on the table, light a match, and watch the fire burn through every lie, every manipulation, every narrative they created to protect themselves at the expense of me.

Because I’m tired.

Tired of having to constantly think everything through.

Every post, every word, every move.

Tired of holding back, not out of fear, but out of the constant awareness that there are people waiting to twist my words, weaponize my emotions, and turn my honesty into something ugly.

Meanwhile, the people who caused the damage?

They get to move freely.

They lie without hesitation.

They perform innocence like it’s a role they were born to play.

And the world eats it up because silence looks like guilt, and anger looks like instability.

But here’s the truth:

I’m not silent because I’m scared.

And I’m not angry because I haven’t healed.

I’m angry because I’ve lived it.

Because I know what happened, and I carry the weight of it every single day while they carry nothing but the lies they polished up and handed out to anyone who would listen.

Some days, I want to delete everything.

Take down every post.

Shut down every space where my voice exists.

Because what’s the point, right?

What’s the point when honesty comes with backlash and fake kindness gets applause?

But I remind myself:

I’m not just here to vent.

I’m not just trying to get it off my chest.

I’m sharing my story with intention.

Because somewhere out there, someone is sitting in the same silence I used to sit in.

They’re swallowing the same pain.

They’re second-guessing what happened to them because someone else is rewriting their truth.

And they need to know they’re not crazy.

They’re not dramatic.

They’re not alone.

So I keep going.

I keep showing up, even when it’s hard.

Even when I want to burn it all down and walk away from it forever.

This isn’t about revenge.

This is about truth.

This is about healing.

This is about making sure that if even one person reads my words and sees themselves in them, they know they matter.

So no, today wasn’t a peaceful day.

It wasn’t a quiet healing day.

It was one of those days.

The kind where everything feels heavy, and I feel like screaming just to make space in my own body again.

But I wrote instead.

And I’m sharing it.

Because that’s how I take my power back.

One truth at a time.

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Until next time:

With raw truth and steady love,

Lindsay-Michele

www.lindsay-michele.com

@downtherabbithole.lm

I share my story not for sympathy, but for connection. If you’ve ever felt like your truth was too heavy, too messy, or too real, know that you’re not alone. And your story deserves to be told too.