To Say The Unsayable

January 31, 2026

Society is funny.

We’re very particular about what’s acceptable to talk about publicly.

Work.

Kids.

Vacations.

How much you hate your job, your boss, or politicians.

Sports. Entertainment.

How “good” life is supposed to be.

But there are topics we’re not supposed to discuss too loudly.

Money.

Sex.

Unhappiness.

Mental health.

Abuse.

Infidelity.

How angry we are at life—or at God.

Don’t be too vulnerable.

Don’t reveal too much humanity.

Those topics are meant for behind closed doors.

Shared only with the few people we trust the most—

if we’re lucky enough to have them.

So we move through our days following the unspoken rules.

Wearing our masks of compliance.

Saying the right things.

Fitting in.

And when we’re not allowed to speak honestly,

the stories don’t disappear.

They just move underground.

They get whispered instead of witnessed.

And what could have been met with care

becomes speculation, projection, and gossip.

Meanwhile, so many of us are walking around deeply lonely.

Hurting.

Isolated.

Carrying shame and embarrassment about what we’re experiencing.

Feeling like we’re the only ones struggling.

With no one we can safely turn to and say:

“I’m not okay today—and here’s why.”

Or, “I don’t understand what’s happening to me.”

Or even, “Can someone help me name this?”

So I’m here.

Sharing my deepest vulnerabilities.

Opening myself up to more scrutiny, judgment, and misunderstanding.

Saying the unsayable—publicly.

Not because it’s easy.

Not because it’s comfortable.

But because someone needs to know they aren’t alone.

Because someone needs language for what they’re living through.

Because silence is often what hurts us most.

If you see yourself in these words, know this:

I hope you heal from the things you don’t talk about.

You have a friend here.