They Silenced Me, But They Couldn’t Kill My Fire - by santoshi - CollectLo

They Silenced Me, But They Couldn’t Kill My Fire

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santoshi

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1 min read . Jul 10

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There was a time when my words stopped coming out.

Not because I didn’t have anything to say, but because it felt like no one wanted to hear me. The more I tried to speak, the more I was shut down.

  • Judged.
  • Dismissed.
  • Punished.

Slowly, my voice, once full of dreams, plans, and love, turned into silence. Not peaceful silence, but the kind that screams inside your chest when no one is watching.

I Wasn’t Okay — But I Pretended to Be

I became good at hiding things.

Smiling when I wanted to cry. Nodding when I wanted to scream.Staying quiet when I should’ve been heard.

People saw me and thought I was “fine.” But inside, I was trapped not by walls, but by pain.

  • Pain of not being understood.
  • Of being told what I feel doesn't matter.
  • Of being made to feel like my love, my choices, and my life didn’t belong to me.

But Even in That Silence... I Burned

I may have lost my voice for a while, but not my fire.

Deep down, I knew this wasn’t the end of me. I knew that I deserved more, more than just existing in someone else's version of “right.” So I started healing, quietly. Bit by bit. Through journaling. Through long cries and deep breaths. Through music that understood what I couldn’t explain. Through reminding myself, “This is temporary. You are not broken.”

I Made a Promise to Myself

That, no matter how small, they made me feel, I would never let them kill my fire. I would speak again, maybe not loudly, maybe not today, but I would. And this time, I’d speak for myself.

  • For the girl who stayed strong behind closed doors.
  • For the heart that kept loving even when it was bruised.
  • For the soul that refused to go numb.

So Here I Am Now

  • Writing instead of yelling.
  • Sharing instead of hiding.
  • Healing instead of pretending.

I don’t need to scream to be powerful.My fire speaks for me.

And if you’re reading this, if you’ve ever felt like your voice was taken from you, just know:

You haven’t lost your power. You are still burning. And when the time is right, you will rise.

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