Sometimes, silence weighs more than a thousand words. And there are days when the soul retreats—not out of weakness, but from the exhaustion of being misunderstood. Today I read a phrase that swept through me like wind through an open window: “Sometimes people pretend you’re a bad person so they don’t have to feel guilty about what they did to you.” And I’ve never read so much truth all at once.

It’s curious how human beings, in their fragility, build narratives to shield themselves from their own conscience. They paint you in dark colors—not because they see shadows, but because they can’t bear the light you carry—the light that reveals what was done, what was said, what was denied.

But there is beauty, and importance, in remaining whole. There is strength in not retaliating in kind. Because those who know their own worth have nothing to prove. Truth has a habit of waiting. It doesn’t shout, it doesn’t impose—it simply exists, serene, like the sky after the storm.

And you, who’ve been the target of distortions, don’t forget: it’s not your responsibility to carry guilt that isn’t yours. Keep being who you are, even if they try to redraw you. Time, that patient artist, always reveals the true colors. 🙏🏾❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer