Edges

There’s a part of me that I keep sharp on purpose, dry humor, skepticism, a tendency to pull away when things get too soft. It’s a defense. If I laugh first, maybe you won’t see the ache underneath. I’ve spent a long time learning how to show only the parts of me that feel controlled. But I’m learning now that the real connections come when I let my edges soften. When I say “that hurt” instead of “whatever.” When I let someone see me uncertain, even if my voice shakes. Vulnerability still scares the hell out of me. But hiding is lonelier than being seen.

• Vulnerability
• Defense
• Facade