Sometimes being put down, edged out, or subtly manipulated can hurt more than we realise—especially when it happens repeatedly, and especially along racial lines.
If this has been part of your story, your body often knows before your words do. That quiet discomfort, the heaviness, the sense that something isn’t right—it matters.
I remind myself again and again— it happened (again), I wasn’t imagining it, and that matters.
Likewise… if you’ve been on the receiving end of microaggressions, you’re not imagining it.
God sees what you’ve endured. He holds justice, even when you’re too tired to carry it yourself.
If you choose to name it, you’re allowed to do so gently, slowly, and on your own terms.
Self erasure and self protection aren’t the same thing.