You don’t hear yourself say it anymore.
It happens fast.
Almost automatic.
Your brain throws it out before you even finish the thought.
You call it being smart.
You call it being flexible.
You call it picking your battles.
You don’t call it what it is.You keep your mouth shut.
You don’t say what you want.
You suck it up.
You leave it alone so it doesn’t turn into something.
You say yes when you don’t want to.
You offer to fix things that aren’t yours.
You take the blame because it’s easier than arguing.
You change your tone to make sure they’re okay.
You walk out of conversations with your chest tight, head buzzing, stomach flipped.
Wondering why you didn’t say what you wanted to say.
Again.
You double-check your words.
You shrink the ask before you even make it.
You apologize for things you’re not sorry for.
You back down before it turns into anything.
And every time you do, you train your brain one more time:
You don’t call it fear.
You call it being reasonable.
You call it timing.
You call it choosing your moments.
But you’re not choosing anything.
You’re surviving.
Then you lay awake at night spinning through every conversation you didn’t have.
And you wonder why you feel so tired.
It’s not because you can’t handle life.
It’s because you’re full of things you never said.
You keep handing your power to everyone else.
And you call it being a good person.
Not to fix you.
Not to teach you anything.
Just something you can reach for when your brain starts doing this again.
Because the second you hear it — you need something that cuts it off.
Before you become invisible again.