When the Past Came Knocking Again, I Chose to Protect My Peace

She acknowledged that I had been asked to carry something that was never mine to carry.

The call was brief.

But it mattered.

When it ended, I sat quietly—feeling a sense of closure I hadn’t realized I was still missing.

Not because everything was resolved.

But because I had learned something essential:

Strength isn’t loud.
It isn’t dramatic.