Uncelebrated
How do I tell them— that I don’t post my triumphs, not because I’m humble, but because I don’t feel worthy of applause? There is no pride in my chest, only relief— that it’s over, that I’ve done what I was supposed to. How do I make them understand that my silence isn’t modesty, it’s exhaustion? That every achievement feels less like victory, and more like fulfilling an expectation I never asked to carry? - ayan
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