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Author Jeremy Evans's avatar

Stunning work here. I appreciated, if not respected, this more than you know. I think it hit a sore spot, maybe an old wound, especially being loved inaccurately (not my marriage), the exhaustion of translation, living w/o mirrors, and realizing I was adapting, not failing. That last one hit me like a throat punch. I know what it is to walk into a room and start adjusting before I even sit down, reading faces, observing for tone, saying it softer, cleaner, smaller, trying not to be too intense or too much work. After years of that, you start to believe the problem is you, when really, you may have just been trying to survive in rooms and spaces that did not know how to hold you. There is grief in realizing how much of yourself you packed away to keep belonging, and there is some anger, too, the tired kind that comes when you finally see how long you were trying to be acceptable instead of free. But there is relief in this piece, too. Maybe I was not failing, I was adapting? In hindsight, I think I was doing the best I could. Thank you for putting words to something many of us have carried within us, quietly and for a long time.

Sober Sam With The Golden Plan's avatar

This whole list hit like a meeting where nobody has to pretend. I read it twice. First time with my brain, second time with my chest.

#2, #6, and #30 have been running my life off and on for years. The Exhaustion of Translation, man, I’ve spent whole decades turning my insides into subtitles so other people wouldn’t change the channel. And The Burden of Being the Capable One? Yeah.

People see you handling it and figure you must like the weight. They don’t see the cost.

But #46 and #49 are the ones I’m keeping in my pocket today. The Quiet Joy of Being Unmasked and Realising You Were Adapting, Not Failing. That’s the work, isn’t it. Not fixing what was broken, but understanding it was never broken to begin with. Just over-adapted to rooms that weren’t built for you.

You didn’t hand us a checklist. You handed us a mirror with 50 faces. Some of them I recognized. Some of them were strangers. All of them felt honest.

Thank you for giving language to the stuff that lives in the walls. For a lot of us, naming it is where the healing starts. And for anyone reading this who felt a catch in their throat on #1 or #10 or #45, you’re not alone in here.

Keep writing these. We need them.

Sam

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