Will I regret not sharing my story?
Or…
Would I have regretted it more if I shared it?
The wounds are still fresh, and as they say: “Write from your scars, not your wounds.”
According to Google Gemini:
It means waiting to share a painful experience until you have processed it, gained perspective, and healed enough that the story no longer causes you to “bleed” emotionally on the page.
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I haven’t had time to process everything that happened. The story of this family member abusing and harassing me goes as far back as I can remember. It’s a lot to deal with.
I had several years of no-contact with this person, and when I let them back into my life recently, they love-bombed me.
The process went like this:
- ❤️💣 Idealization:
- showered me with gifts, compliments, and intense attention.
- ❤️💣 Devaluation:
- suddenly ignored me, became cold, stopped returning texts.
- ❤️💣 Dehumanization:
- chose my stepfather’s death to lash out, became cruel, literally called me less than human.
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In a post almost 2k words long, I detailed my entire history with this person. I shared how and why I fell for the love-bombing, why I didn’t see it, how I feel in its aftermath.
But… I couldn’t bring myself to publish it. Because it hurts. Because I couldn’t turn my story into anything helpful for the reader, it was only cathartic to me.
Maybe I’ll share it in the future, with many details changed (as people do in memoirs) to protect everyone’s identity. Maybe I’ll find something positive that comes out of this and share it then.
But for now, it will sit in my “Drafts” box. And I will spend some time resting and taking care of myself and healing.
Take care,
Dear Quiet
signal.log: 4.23.2026
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