11/13/2025
1. What It Means
This is the story of emotional exile — the child whose instincts were shamed into silence. Every “be quiet,” every “don’t cry,” every “that’s too much,” carved absence where aliveness once was.
When feeling becomes forbidden, the soul drifts — untethered, unanchored, lost in its own depth. That darkness isn’t evil; it’s unfelt life.It’s the grief that never had permission to weep, the rage that never found a safe container.
The eternal hell isn’t punishment — it’s the ache of being unseen by one’s own self.
The child remains trapped not in time, but in repression.
Until the adult learns to feel again, that child wanders endlessly in emotional night.
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