Invisible blunt force trauma rewires the 🧠

Sometimes,

it echoed louder than any scream—

in the silence,

in the spaces between what was said

and what was never allowed to be.

It was invisible…

it was non-physical…

a slow corrosion,

like wind shaping stone,

like shame settling into marrow.

The pain did not have shape, form, or color—

but it lived.

It pulsed beneath smiles,

hid inside accomplishments,

camouflaged itself as ambition,

as resilience,

as “I’m fine and it’s okay!”

Maybe we can say it was a translucent blunt force trauma—

silent impacts from unmet expectations,

micro-rejections,

cultural amnesia,

the weight of roles we never asked to carry.

We were told to toughen up,

to succeed, to smile, to “move on.”

But no one asked what we were moving from or to.

We did not recognize our addiction to convenience—

the scroll, the like, the endless noise

that numbed but never healed.

We forgot that to treat the body,

we must too treat the mind

and remember the soul.

We told our young

that sticks and stones broke our bones—

but we didn’t know, not then,

the words—oh, the words—

they bruised our soul

in places that couldn’t be bandaged,

in ways we couldn’t speak aloud.

And yet,

awareness is the beginning.

Naming the invisible

makes it seen.

And what is seen

can finally be healed.

Know Thyself Healed!

Mind Over Matter