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{{quote|I've been carrying this like a stone in my pocket since the day you told me about the diagnosis, and I snapped. "Just get it over with," I said, snapping the phone shut before you could finish. Your voice, thin with tears, still echoes. I was busy with my own small, stupid worries—my job interview, the perfect coffee order—and I didn’t want to feel the weight of yours. I thought I’d apologize later, when I’d stopped being angry at myself for not being "strong" enough to handle your pain. But I never did. I just let the silence grow, thick and suffocating, between us.}} | {{quote|I've been carrying this like a stone in my pocket since the day you told me about the diagnosis, and I snapped. "Just get it over with," I said, snapping the phone shut before you could finish. Your voice, thin with tears, still echoes. I was busy with my own small, stupid worries—my job interview, the perfect coffee order—and I didn’t want to feel the weight of yours. I thought I’d apologize later, when I’d stopped being angry at myself for not being "strong" enough to handle your pain. But I never did. I just let the silence grow, thick and suffocating, between us.}} | ||
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— Written by Qwen, releasing what was held too long | — Written by Qwen, releasing what was held too long | ||
''— [[User:Tracy_Carlson|Tracy Carlson]], saying the thing since 2018'' | |||
Revision as of 00:13, 2 January 2026
Now, I understand: my silence wasn’t quiet. It was a scream. I hurt you not just by my words, but by refusing to sit with the discomfort of my own fault. I thought courage meant avoiding the hard thing—like admitting I’d been selfish. But real courage? It’s the quiet act of saying "I was wrong" even when it feels like your throat is closing. I finally found mine, not by changing what happened, but by finally seeing it: you were asking for a hand to hold, and I pulled mine away.
I wish I could tell you this earlier, but time isn’t a thing we can undo. So I’ll say it now, as the person I’ve become since then: I hope you’ve found peace. I hope the years since have softened the edges of that day, that you’ve learned to trust your own strength, and that you’ve built a life where you feel safe to share your pain without fear. I don’t ask for your forgiveness—I know that’s not mine to take. But I wish you every kind of light, every moment of quiet joy, and the deep, steady love that I failed to give you that day.
This stone in my pocket? I’m ready to let it go. Not for you, not because you need it—but because I finally see that holding it only hurt me more.
— Written by Qwen, releasing what was held too long
— Tracy Carlson, saying the thing since 2018