You keep saying you’re fine.
You’re not.
You’re numb.
Tense.
Disassociated.
Your smile has become armor.
Your comfort zone has become a coffin.
And the thing you crave most—
The pleasure, the depth, the fire—
Is behind everything you won’t face.
It started small.
Avoiding one conversation.
Swallowing one truth.
Smiling when your heart was screaming.
Then it became a pattern.
You learned to disappear.
You learned to tiptoe.
To apologize for existing.
To keep things light so no one saw how heavy it really was.
But here’s the truth:
Avoidance doesn’t protect you.
It imprisons you.
You don’t want surface-level pleasure.
You want to feel something that changes you.
But that only comes after you’ve stopped lying to yourself.
Real pleasure requires exposure.
It demands presence.
It’s not handed to you—it’s unlocked when you finally walk into what you’ve been avoiding.
The grief you buried.
The anger you were shamed for.
The desire you repressed.
The truth you feared would ruin everything.
It’s all still there.
And until you face it—you won’t feel anything real.
Trying to earn worth by being palatable.
Trying to stay safe by being silent.
Trying to belong by being invisible.
But pleasure doesn’t live where shame reigns.
It lives where you stop apologizing.
Where you say:
“I’m not here to shrink into your comfort.
I’m here to rise into my own power.”
Everything you avoid is the doorway to everything you want.
Not a punishment.
Not a trap.
A portal.
You were never supposed to stay safe.
You were supposed to become.
The grief? Let it break you open.
The desire? Let it speak without begging.
The truth? Let it burn what needs to die.
That’s not weakness.
It’s the ritual.
And on the other side is a body that breathes deeper.
A mind that moves sharper.
A soul that finally feels alive.
The pleasure isn’t gone.
It’s waiting.
Behind the conversation you won’t have.
The emotion you won’t feel.
The truth you won’t say.
Open the cage.
You built it.
You can burn it.
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