A woman sits contemplatively on a bed, symbolizing reflection and the decision to let go of unproductive engagements.

A woman sits pensively, embodying the sentiment "What I Will No Longer Explain," conveying a sense of introspection and personal resolve. There was a time when I believed clarity required explanation. If I could just find the right words. If I could make my experience understandable enough. If I could stay calm, reasonable, articulate. Then maybe I would be met with respect. I no longer believe this. Explanation Is Not the Same as Being Heard I have explained myself carefully

A wooden pier extends over a tranquil lake, reflecting the soft pastel hues of a serene sunset sky. There came a point when something in me went quiet and clear at the same time. Not dramatic. Not angry. Just certain. I can’t do this anymore. After being raped. After watching my mother die from metastatic breast cancer. After living inside medical systems that demanded constant vigilance, strength, and emotional steadiness. I reached the limit of my emotional availability. An