✍🏽 The Straw That Broke You…Wasn’t Just a Straw

It was never just the cup left empty.

The phone call unanswered.

The half-laugh at your pain.

The message left on read.

It was every quiet dismissal that came before it.

Every “I’m fine” when you weren’t.

Every time you swallowed your truth just to be loved a little longer.

The final straw always looks small to everyone else.

But they didn’t see what you carried to get there.

This isn’t just a breakdown.

It’s the moment you finally stopped betraying yourself.

And that moment?

Deserves a letter.

Deserves a scream.

Deserves silence soaked in softness.

That’s why this space exists.

For the things you never got to say.

For the part of you that broke; not loudly, but completely.

Letters from the Unsent isn’t for the whole world.

It’s for your world.

For what was lost.

For what you survived.

For what still aches in the middle of healing.

Write it down.

Say it soft.

Or say it not at all.

We’re just here to hold it with you.